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Time slides by…

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
plastic slide.

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. 

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6 thoughts on “Time slides by…

  1. I’m sorry, I know it must be hard not to see your daughter as much as you’d like and I don’t mean to sound insensitive, but I have a 17 year old son and oh, what I wouldn’t give to miss him for a while.
    I’m here from the hop. If you don’t ban me from your site I’d love to come back and see how you’re doing.

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  2. You’re never too old to go down a slide 🙂
    Just remember, after the glitz and glam of living on her own wears off – she’ll be saying “there’s no place like home”.

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  3. I LIKE to think I’m not too old to go down a slide, but I did climb up a slide a few years ago and my hips barely fit between the edges. It was so depressing that I’ve never climbed up there again. Sigh.

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  4. I’m laughing! Trust me there are days that I’d gladly kick any of my teens out the door for a while. But now that my oldest is gone? I really, really miss her. Thanks for stopping by!

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