When we were little, my siblings and I would race down the winding staircase of our childhood home – in our pillows…
We’d slip ourselves waist deep into the pillows – hanging on to the edge of the pillowcase above our lap — the pillow itself cushioning our bottoms as we slid down the stairs at what seemed to be a great rate of speed…
It was all great fun – until mom would inevitably catch us and tell us to “Either go play outside or in the basement!”
She was mad because our bottoms would wear down the carpeting on the stairs.
We were mad because it was really fun…
until we got caught…
