The Jungle Gym

Yesterday, I was reminded of an incident in my childhood and thought I'd share it with you guys.  When I was about two or three, my mother dropped me off at nursery school.  Evidently, I wasn't too happy to be left there that day and decided to get even with her.  A little while later, one of the teachers said I climbed to the top of the 6' jungle gym and decided to camp out there for the day.  They couldn't get me to come down and Mom said it wasn't because I was afraid to come down.  I just refused to come down until my mother came to pick me up.  I guess I was a pretty determined kid and when my mother finally showed up, there I was, still at the top of the jungle gym.  She had to climb up and get me down. 

Wouldn't you have loved to seen my mother climbing up the side of a jungle gym in her good work clothes to pull her kid off of it?