A Quick Workout for an Adrenaline Junkie
I was just telling my 15-year-old this morning that when he was younger, I would constantly be pulling him down from climbing on top of anything, trying to catch him as he would take a leap off his bunk bed, and chase him to grab him before he darted across traffic. Yeah, he was “that kind of kid”. Always trying to give this mama a heart attack! Not a lot has changed these days, he still loves a good thrill. A little (or a lot) on the daring side. As soon as he saw the Slingshot in Kissimmee, it was ON!