Aaaah, the metal slide. A rare sighting these days. How many little rumps have slid down with fearless abandon? We will never know.
Like it was yesterday, I remember helping my sister polish the length of metal with dirt ‘cuz we knew that would make us go faster. So many hours of climb, sit, push, slide, scream, land, laugh, rub hands, wipe knees, run back, repeat.
I went down the slide today and for a few sweet moments, I was eight again.
And it was good. 😀