Some of our best childhood summers were spent sliding belly-first across a seemingly endless slick, plastic mat, not even caring that we could feel every bump, lump, and stone poking up underneath it.
Who needed a trip to the waterpark when someone in the neighborhood had parents who were cool enough to buy them a Slip N' Slide? We could spend hours just taking turns gliding across these chutes, squealing with glee before crash-landing in the hot, wet grass at the end.
As adults, we don't really get the chance to enjoy backyard waterslides anymore, unless we have kids of our own. Even then, those slides are usually only a few feet long. Where's the fun in that?