Oh! a witches hat! Don't even know how to apostrophise that.
I'm sure I've sung its praises before.
For a small skinny girl it was even better than a roller coaster, because it was free and (in my case) Mum and Dad weren't there.
Big boys and girls controlled it, made it fast, weighed it down so you went up impossibly high in the air but didn't dare scream in case they thought you were a gommy and chucked you off.
They were hard to find in '79-'82 (the years I base my WH memories on)
And gone completely after that.
I have to have a bumpy slide in our adult playground.
One where you take off after each bump.
Might take some figuring out, but I need to recreate the literal air-time I had as a kid in Jubilee Gardens, Waterloo, London SE1. Where the London Eye is now.
Their bumpy slide was literally breathtaking; it was a reasonable trade-off for the hurt to my boney buttocks.
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