There was a zip line at my favourite park as a child.
I’d run up the hill and wait my turn, watching my older brother fly down ahead of me. Then we’d race through the park’s adventure maze, pounding our feet across pavement, balancing on swaying bridges, climbing rope ladders and racing each other along new pathways until it was time to head home — exhausted, filthy and happy.
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