~ Sitting at the top of the ladder the seat beneath me tips forward and sends us hurtling down the water slide. I grab the little girl around the waist to steady her. She was me and put her hands on the rails slowing us to a stop. I didn't want to get the densly papered ticket wet.
Are you in a hurry? inquired the little girl
No, I said with an acceptable demeanor
For 160 years I was in a hurry. She was very clear about that.