The 4 years my family spent in Texas when I was growing up we had a park I remember like the back of my hand. It was full of McDonald characters – and one of these contraptions. I have delirious memories of being twirled for what seemed like hours on one of these. It is a very joyous and fond memory for me.
Fast forward 15 years – now I’m looking for parks to frequent with my own child and less than a mile from our house we have this wonderful red bowl. Full of momentum and danger and freedom. Although Jessica isn’t quite sure she likes it on her own yet, she LOVES it if I’m with her. Which I don’t have a problem with at all.
One of the best parts about being a parent is getting to relive parts of your childhood all over again, with the same reckless abandon escaping the grown up rules of society and just being in the moment.