I remember when my daughter faced the challenge of the curly slide. She celebrated when she made it down on her own.
It’s those little successes that taste so sweet.
If laptops were around thirty-five years ago, this probably would have been be. No, not the girl with the laptop, I would have been the boy looking over her shoulder and wishing I could use it.
I lived vicariously through others. Just ask my brother. I convinced him to by the comic books so I could read them.