My just-turned seven-year-old daughter did this:
That, by the way, is perhaps the single most critical difference between seven and fifty-seven. It's neither size nor strength; it's raw energy. The little turbines just spin away like a hydroelectric plant during flood season.
2 comments:
Hahaha. I would have chosen the hammock too LOL
But...part of me still wants to be climbing trees :D
Peaceful and lovely. (Now, if you paint your innovative sidetable a 1950's aqua, you could market it to CB2 :))
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