Mom and Dad joined the choir at church. That left us at home with a baby sitter.
Poor baby sitter...she never knew what hit her.
I enjoyed many acrobatic feats while my parents were away and the baby sitter wanted me to like her, which I quickly figured out, so she let me do pretty much whatever I wanted...
Use the stair railing as a ladder, stand on the coffee table and pretend it was a stage, pretend the edge of the back of the couch was a balance beam, use the floor in the kitchen as a bowling alley...
But, the absolute best was the slide I created...
Our couch was so ugly. It was brown with some kind of harvest gold design on it. The pillows were detachable and it had one long, very long, cushion that stretched from arm to arm. This very long cushion came in quite handy.
My sisters and I would pull the cushion off, carry it up the stairs, set it down, climb on, wrap our legs around the person in front of us, and then...SWOOSH!
We pushed off and slid, and slid, and slid down the stairs! Over, and over, and over again! It was amazing and fast and fun!
The wind wisked through our hair, the room lit up with our giggles, our cheers, our cries of bravery! We were fearless and reckless!
And...don't worry...I always put myself in front so if someone got hurt, it was probably going to be me.