The Playground Conclusion

After another seven-hour drive through Alabama yesterday, I have come to the following uncomfortable conclusion.

If I was still a child and life was a playground, I’d be the little kid in bulletproof vest, fire-retardant jeans and motorcycle helmet.

Swinging upside down from the monkey bars, I’d have escape routes scribbled on my palms and teddy bears in parachutes perched on the slides ready to evac me out the first sign of trouble.

Seriously.

Blessing of the day: Crazy didn’t hit until 18.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe