The Slide

There is but one source of true joy in life: climbing. And being chased. And, I suppose, eating books. Well, I shall delve into those other enjoyable activities another time, but for now, let us focus on climbing. Climbing is the act of reaching a higher, and, thus, more precarious, location. This is true thrill, and one that brings great consternation to my parents. This does not slow me down, but instead makes the act of climbing even more enticing. I know not the reason for their distaste of climbing, as it is completely safe. I may have fallen once or twice, and may have gotten stuck in a location from which I was unable to return without assistance, but this does not mean that the hobby is dangerous - it just means that I need better belayers. This parental dislike of climbing, however, does not extend to one location: the slide. The slide is an object built specifically for climbing and returning safely to the ground. One set of grandparents has one, and I could spend all my time climbing to the top and sliding back down. The only time when I feel any ounce of fear in relation to the slide is when My Dear Sister attempts to occupy the slide the same time as me.