When I was little,
and 
did lots of cool stuff. We especially liked riding our 
although I don't think he liked the part where I kicked him in his back from my little seat on the back of his 
. When I graduated to a 
of my own, sometimes we'd go on rides together when he'd always pretend he was lost, and sometimes I would ride while he walked.We went to the
a fair bit. I loved the 
and 
could push me so high that he'd run underneath me. Awesome. There was also a 
which I think we used to pretend was a 
or something like that. Also at the park: 
.I challenge you to walk past a
without experiencing the urge to walk along it. I was an expert 
walker, and never missed an opportunity to show off my skill. This particular day, I had ridden to the park, and 
had walked, and we'd bought along some 
(the park had a 
) and probably a 
or something. We'd played and swung and fought 
and it was time to go 
- by way of a 
of course.Some of the
were close together, and some were a bit tricky, but as I said, I was an expert. So I'm walking along, and 
's jumping me over the really huge gaps, but I was feeling stubborn and independent and insisted I could do the rest. And of course, I fell. I missed the 
, and stepped into 
and scraped all my 
up on the 
I'd just left.Dude, it really hurt.
So
picked up 
and 
and the 
and the 
and 
ran 
as fast as 
both have the lovely memories of our time at the 
.
