|
Spunky, your comments about authority in Canada made me chuckle.
Yes, I was a hyperactive kid, and on long road trips (actually, any road trips) my Dad took the time and pains to stop where the other sibs and I could "blow off some steam" on a jungle gym or some such thing.
In the states we'd do our very best to break our necks, then return to the car all exhausted, content to nap for a few hours while Dad drove on.
But this went wrong in built up areas of Canada, because some matron would always appear out of no-where to say the grounds were closed or that we were being too reckless. Ran us off. I mean, not everytime but enough times to make me remember this. I remember my Dad booking a hotel suite because it overlooked a giant park/playground. It remained locked the whole time we were there.
One time in St. Catherine's we got into some hornets and got all stung up, especially my cousins. I thought, "now we're having some fun!".
__________________
Bubban0v
|