 There was a park. I grew up in Concord. There was a park called Myers Park. So much fun. But the playground had one of those whirly sliding boards. And you climbed up a ladder. There were no harnesses, nothing. And it went up. It felt like to the sky. That thing was metal and hot as the blue blazes in the summertime. You can imagine yesterday going out there at 12 noon and sliding down one of those things. You'd have third-degree burns on your leg.