Rory and I get there at the same time and jump on. To pull ourselves up, I grab the Mad Hatter's Hat and Rory hangs on to the Rabbit's ear. We scream simultaneously, "Ouch!!!!!" Our hands are on fire, our shins are cooking and the only way to get down is to use our hands and knees to shimmy backwards across the scorching toadstools. I think Rory's hands were beginning to smoke. He's down runs to Mom, she says "Nice job, Bob," to my father, and I run over to Sailboat Lake to put my thumping hands in the water.
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My old world echoes TV's "The Wonder Years" ~ just add taverns, subways and Checker cabs