"Or at least hold on really tight, like you mean it". Just a couple of thoughts I remember soaring through my head, quietly. I just stumbled across this photo from last summer and I remember joking with him that he wasn't allowed to climb to the very top until he was 7. Obviously he didn't take me very seriously. You can barely make it out but that's a mischievous grin on his mug. And now he IS 7 so there's truly nothing holding him back. Not even his irrational mom with a horrifying imagination.
Perhaps we should go back to that playground today.