When my oldest daughter was a toddler, she loved slides.
When I took her to our neighbourhood playground she would go
up and down the slide until her little legs were too tired to go up the stairs
any longer, only then would she let us go home.
For my daughter's second Christmas, Santa brought her a bright red
The slide was about five feet tall and the rest of our sparkly
Christmas celebrations were completely overshadowed by my daughter's joy of having
found her own slide, in her own living room no less, on Christmas morning.
This morning, I am sitting at my desk in the front window of my
house watching some of my neighbours stroll down the street towards our
playground park with their own little ones and I'm wondering if they have
slides over in Switzerland.
And if they do, is seventeen too old to go down a slide?
Yep, I'm still missing her.