Not all slides are good for kids

Some of my earliest memories as a child are of us sliding down the sliding board in our back yard. There were four of us kids,  three brothers and myself. Not sure how, but my parents arranged for us to have the coolest back yards ever. The first yard I remember was when I was only a toddler. We had an apple tree that had to be 10 million feet high, a swing set, a fence that our dog would climb to get out, the sliding board that when you stood on top you could see the roof to the house, and a fort that was so tall it took us up to heaven. My dad was an engineer and perfectionist. He built that fort, and it was big. 

In reality, I was only two or three so my memories are pretty foggy, but I remember that when on top of the slide or fort, we could see forever. The trees may have blocked the view at little bit, but I saw