Age 9
When Dylan was nine, he and Papa spent a week in Colorado. There were mountains and long drives and things to see out the window. Near the end of the week they went to a ski resort that, in summer, ran an alpine slide — two people got into separate sleds and rode a long concrete track all the way down the mountain. It was fast. Papa paid for four rides.
Dylan loved it.
On the flight home, Dylan played Minecraft for most of the trip. He was killing polar bears. Papa’s heel hurt and he had a headache from barely sleeping the night before, but he wrote in his notebook that Dylan was a good passenger.