Dad wouldn't swing for the Slip-and-Slide, so we scrouged up a collection of old shower curtains and landscape black plastic combined with the oscillating lawn sprinkler and laid it out in the backyard where it sloped down towards the neighbor's fence. Still in the top 5 of the most joyous things I've ever experienced. Dad even joined in…
Dad wouldn't swing for the Slip-and-Slide, so we scrouged up a collection of old shower curtains and landscape black plastic combined with the oscillating lawn sprinkler and laid it out in the backyard where it sloped down towards the neighbor's fence. Still in the top 5 of the most joyous things I've ever experienced. Dad even joined in with a big smile on his face -- even though his 190 lbs of momentum carried him into the neighbor's fence and busted out a couple of the boards. He just laughed and fixed it up before the neighbor knew. Simpler, joyous times. Thanks for bringing back the memory.
Yes, seems we were. We fashioned ours together with youthful eastside ingenuity in Gresham. Dad was a depression-era kid, so if you could make it yourself, then no need to buy it. Didn't fully then, but now appreciate and embrace that simple lesson in economy.
nice touch, and get the danger part. but then we did lots of dangerous things as kids back in the day -- remember lawn jarts? loved those -- never speared anyone thank god.
Dad wouldn't swing for the Slip-and-Slide, so we scrouged up a collection of old shower curtains and landscape black plastic combined with the oscillating lawn sprinkler and laid it out in the backyard where it sloped down towards the neighbor's fence. Still in the top 5 of the most joyous things I've ever experienced. Dad even joined in with a big smile on his face -- even though his 190 lbs of momentum carried him into the neighbor's fence and busted out a couple of the boards. He just laughed and fixed it up before the neighbor knew. Simpler, joyous times. Thanks for bringing back the memory.
You and I were right there!
Yes, seems we were. We fashioned ours together with youthful eastside ingenuity in Gresham. Dad was a depression-era kid, so if you could make it yourself, then no need to buy it. Didn't fully then, but now appreciate and embrace that simple lesson in economy.
We used giant nails as stakes in the ground. Proved to be dangerous. Scrapped that and held the ends down with bricks.
nice touch, and get the danger part. but then we did lots of dangerous things as kids back in the day -- remember lawn jarts? loved those -- never speared anyone thank god.