Play on a Slip-n-Slide

“On my last run, I got revved up to launch myself down this mountain of mayhem. The air blistering through my hair, I made it about halfway down the run, having the time of my life, until the most unfortunate thing happened. You see my backside found one of the sprinkler heads as I was going about 90mph down the hill. Well let me tell you, that was not something I was expecting, and I whelped in pain. The rest of the ride wasn’t so fun as I twisted and contorted in excruciating agony.”

“Some of my most vivid childhood memories took place at the United Church’s Naramata Centre in Naramata, B.C., where a long waterslide of soapy plastic lay on a grassy slope in the bright sunshine. To eight-year-old eyes, this was a daunting sight. With courage worked up, I took the plunge. There is a photo of me in the moment. On my knees, with fists planted in front, it looks like I’m trying to stop abruptly. Yet I was having the most fun of my life.”

“I would slide down with reckless abandonment until…until I would slide over a sharp rock that was poking through the yellow plastic…then I would slip ‘n slide to first aid but it was fun. It was a great way to spend a summer day and I wouldn’t trade a minute of fun on it for anything.”