Nora recently discovered the tire swing. She likes to spin very fast, for a very long time. Like a drunk who insists she can drive, she demands to walk on her own after dismounting — and quickly crumples to the bark dust covered ground.
Saturday, she spied an older girl deftly navigating the monkey bars and got a gleam in her eye. Her next challenge has been set.
In my day, playgrounds were set up on top of asphalt. My dare devil friend and I would push the picnic tables in front of the swing sets, swing as high as we could and then jump onto the picnic tables, while our parents sat at home several blocks away.
Nora has some dare devil proclivities already. While I’m not looking forward to the concerned calls of her friend’s parents in a few years, I do love watching her fearless little self.