Intended to be the 80's answer to the pogo stick, most Pogo Bal's found themselves doomed to a life rotting in the backyard grass. Not mine, boy. I remember one particular rainy day -- it may have even been the day I got my Pogo Bal -- when I spent so much time practicing that I wound up with blisters on the insides of my feet (For the record, Pogo Bal use is much eaiser with bare feet). I want to say my consecutive jump count on this day found itself well over 500.
Pogo Bal's were available in many different color combinations -- mine was orange with a yellow platform. Based on many of the pictures I have seen of Pogo Bals, I think mine may have been consistently underinflated. Either that, or put together backwards. While most pictures show the upper ball as being slightly larger than the lower, mine were the other way around. At the very least, they were equal in size.
Either way, I was a Pogo Bal champ.
[My apologies to folks running the websites where I found the images above. I've had these saved for a while and cannot, for the life of me, come up with the sites where they came from to give proper credit.]