11.09.2003
My childhood memory…
I had just had my third birthday and loved to go to the park. My favourite thing was to whizzzz down the slide very fast.
It was a sunny Sunday afternoon and I was off to the park with my mum, dad, sister and newborn brother. The park that we were visiting had a slide. From my memory the slide seemed absolutely massive but then I was only three at the time and things do seem a lot bigger from that height.
As soon as we arrived I ran towards the slide. I could hear my mum in the background calling after me. I, as usual I didn’t listen. I was always rushing off. I climbed the steps hurriedly, I couldn’t wait to get to the top. Soon I reached the final step and had a view over the whole park and playground. I couldn’t hold in the excitement any more as this was a big event in the life of a three year old. Without checking if the coast was clear, I pushed myself down the silver slide, my hair flying in the wind, my arms flapping. It was wonderful until I came to an abrupt halt. Smack! My face went into a wall of t-shirt I had gone straight into the back of a small boy. The boy got up and walked off. He was unfazed by what had happened and walked off. I however was making far more of a fuss. My mum ran up to see what had happened. She hugged me but told me that I should have been more careful. Inside my own little head all I could think off was that my eye hurt and that we were walking away from the slide. Even after all that trauma I still wanted another go but the incident ended the park trip and we went home. However the story didn’t end there.