I did have one unpleasant vacation experience that sticks in my mind. We had stopped for one of our infamous "breaks" at a roadside park with one of those great wooden jungle gyms. I stood and watched in awe as Jeremy, and then Josh, slid down a fireman's pole. It was great...I had to do it. I stood at the top, a bit leery of heights, and counted to 10.

I swung back my arms, took a deep breath, jumped through the hole .... and totally forgot to grab the pole. Mom and Dad were pretty excited, judging by the way Dad drove. Found a Dr. and yes, I broke my arm. I was not a happy camper.