These flat escalators at the airport are my favorite thing to play on. My sister Chrissy and me like to run in the wrong direction on them while big people try to get around us. It’s like a Disney ride but you don’t have to wait in line. But a lot of times grown-ups don’t even know it’s a ride. Sometimes they don’t even get on the escalators and walk in the boring old aisles even though they can see us having lots of fun on them. Other times they say things like “This is not a playground, you could get hurt. Where are your parents?”

Clean your glasses, mister. They’re standing right over there. Dad’s reading the newspaper. Mom’s on her cell phone. Hey, you want to run up the down escalator with me? Nevermind, watch this. I can hang on this black, rubbery, moving thing and then let it drag me along with it down the flat escalator. No, you can’t do it, Chrissy. I just invented it and it’s mine. Mom. Mom! MOM! MMMOMMM! Chrissy won’t stop it!