One of my favorite places in the world is Brownstone Discovery Park, a Connecticut waterpark created from an old rock quarry. It's so cool because there are no fiberglass slides, no fake palm trees, and no steel drum music from speakers hidden in fake rocks.
There are cliffs you zipline off, cliffs you jump off, and cliffs you swing from via Tarzan rope.
I went with Ethan and his girlfriend Ruby. My three thoughts for the day:
1. I love swinging from a rope, letting go at the top of the arc, and falling into the water like I am a graceful heron.
2. I will miss Ethan when he goes to college.
3. At some point I will be too old to grip the Tarzan swing, and I will confidently leap from the cliff, only to immediately plummet into the water 20 feet below, like the people who are old or overweight. When will that time come? I don't know. Will anyone warn me in advance? Will I listen?