My favorite memory of the previous week, aside from the dinner I shared with Abby for our fifth anniversary, was the crazy concrete slide. For some reason I thought it would be fun to take Sawyer down too, even though I had never even done it by myself. It’s a good 20 - 30 feet long, has a dip in the middle, and an abrupt end as you will soon see. Oh, and you slide down on a cardboard box!
The beginning:
So far so good:
Pretty sure Sawyer is airborne in this one:
We’re really moving now:
And then, ouch! The slide flattens out all of a sudden:
As if that wasn’t enough, I had to figure out how to stop our momentum without tossing Sawyer into the sand:
It was far from graceful, but we survived, and Sawyer wasn’t even bothered in the least. In fact, I think he kinda liked it. I know my Dad loved it.
Normally when he gets to the end of the slide, he turns around to climb back up again. Not so this time, he’s off to the races with some random kid who lacked both manners and clues. But I digress, look at Sawyer go:
He’s pretty much fearless of slides now, which I think is a good thing. He always takes his time and goes relatively slow, but I still watch him like a hawk just in case. I have to get some video of the way he climbs up slides too, the boy is sherpa at heart!