It’s amazing how things change.One minute I’m a giggling,chubby- cheeked, drooling baby, being carefully placed on the rough,plastic top of a playground glider. Next thing you know,I’m a Halloween- crazed, artistic, sarcastic nine year old.(Yeah right, MOM?)
Tonight, I was helping MY six year-old brother hang up the very same glider.I’m surprised it can hold me on it’s memorable top.(104 pds? Whew!)When I leaned back, I suddenly had doubts about it’s strength.
A lot has changed, but I’m OK with that.;)
