Box sliding

When I was younger my siblings and I would take boxes and slide down our stairs while we were in them. We would paint them and even some times tie them together and pretend we were a train going down a steep hill. We would slide down our stairs over and over until our boxes fell apart and then we’d keep on going until someone either got hurt or until our parents would make us stop. We would have so much fun sliding down the stairs. Those were the days before we all grew up and fought over everything. Sometimes I miss those days.