Sunday morning walk to a slide

Somehow it is always Sunday morning when we feel like a walk. Nothing else to do and still wanting to see something outside the house. We always take the same road: to the football field, up the stairs to the bridge and onwards to Gabrielle's area, although Gabrielle is Sunday mornings not at home. I direct mama straight to this area, and I am happy to spot a slide. 'I go many times, mama!'I tell her. And she is happy to sit and let me go up and down and under and through.