Yesterday I took Grandchild 1 downtown to the big spray park and playground. We ran around for about two and a half hours, climbing the hills and monkey bars and spinning on that spinning thing which was my favorite piece of playground equipment when I was her age but that I thought lawyers had since rendered extinct.
It had been many, many years since I had climbed around on monkey bars, and boy am I sore today. Who needs a gym membership when you can just put a set of monkey bars in your backyard? Although I suppose the neighbors might find you a bit odd.