We went there a lot, Michael and me.
The silver-plated tongue they called the slide.
Our fears rose and fell with each
pump of our legs. And absolute
freedom was found as our backsides left
the seats and through the mulch scented
air we flew until our feet landed on earth.
Until mother's whistle brought us home.
Tracey Harrington McCoy has been a writer and editor for 20+ years. Her writing had appeared in People Magazine, Newsweek, Forbes, Parents Magazine, HelloGiggles, and AARP.