She was screaming at the top of lungs not in fear but of the feeling of flying in total darkness. The wind was whipping her hair around her face. She was twisting around in that tube like a marble thrown down a drain pipe. And she was moving, going faster and faster.

She saw light and it was coming up fast. She closed her eyes and braced for impact. She shot the end of that shoot and flew through the air. She looked down to see how high she was flying and she whooped.

She landed with a few bounces and giggles. "That was fun," she breathed as she looked back at the slid. Yep she was going to do that again.