I distinctly recall that squeaking sound of my handrprints being polished off.
“I distinctly recall that squeaking sound of my handrprints being polished off.”
Har Har! You know what I’m talking about. For every great jump, there were three or four being launched into space at various angles.
Straddling the crossbar, landing on spikes, launched to the right, the up and around, the firepole slide.
I miss it like you can’t believe.