It was the only obvious thing to do with 100 yards of Bubble Wrap.

Obvious to eight year old scallywags anyway!

The roll was light as we carried it up to the top of the tallest hill around. The buckets of water mixed with detergent were far heavier.

We positioned the roll carefully and then with just a small ‘pop’ I put my foot on the loose end. Next, the tiniest push sent the roll careening down the hill. We poured the sudsy water down next. Then, stripping off to our undies, we squirted detergent all over our skinny torsos and rubbed it in with more enthusiasm than sunscreen ever received.

I lost ‘paper, scissor, rock’ so Brendan went first.

The sound of thousands of pops was just as good as we hoped. He reached the bottom, grinning and only slightly plastic burned, in seconds! Now it was my go.

I laughed like a loon as I slid down on my tummy shouting “just like a chocolate milk shake only cruuuuunchhhhhhhhy” to no one in particular.