Nostalgia Daily 05 October 2009
This one even less safety approved than the Britomart train tracks.
At the time I lived on the 10th (I think) floor of a building in Auckland’s CBD. Fire trucks had filled the street below, and little heads were popping out all over.
With my toes under a piece of furniture, I arched back, leaned out, and shot up.
I won’t be doing that again.