As kids, we rubbed wax paper on the metal playground slides to send us down faster and catapult us off the bottom. We would fly for a few seconds, then crash into the packed dirt, usually ripped open and bleeding in several places, lucky we weren't dead from a cracked skull or broken spine.
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As kids, we rubbed wax paper on the metal playground slides to send us down faster and catapult us off the bottom. We would fly for a few seconds, then crash into the packed dirt, usually ripped open and bleeding in several places, lucky we weren't dead from a cracked skull or broken spine.
This chapter is a waxed slide.
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