One of my favorite gifts as a child was a slinky. Not one of the colorful plastic ones, but the slick silvery metal classic variety. I would spend hours shifting it back and forth, waiting til Christmas break. Because that was when we visited my cousins in Chicago. And while the visit was great, they had a novelty in their house that NONE of my friends homes did. What was I waiting for?
Stairs.
And now for the first time in my life I live in a home with stairs. (I've lived in dorms, and in upstairs apartments, and rented a home with scary stairs to the basement...but this is the first home where stairs are fun) And we found something much cuter than a slinky to go down our stairs.
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