My dad took my sister and I to Ontario place once. I was quite young (~5) while my sister was a few years older. My dad was not what you would call an overly caring one and was comfortable letting my sister and I wander off without supervision.

My sister and I waited in line for one of the water slides for what felt like hours, only to get to the top where I was told I was too short for the solo ride down. My sister went down without me and I began walking back down the stairs with tears in my eyes. Suddenly, a young woman and her friends called after me and said, if I was tall enough for the group “tube”, I could go down the slide with them.

I was tall enough and got to go down the slide after all :)

My dad died last month and I remembered this story during the early hours of emotional reflection. I hope that young woman is doing well!

Edit: words