You people and your silly ideas. I had a silly idea once. Back when I was about 7 years old, I decided slip n slides were amazing fun, but had wondered why no indoor one had been created.
In pursuit of such answers, I grabbed the garden hose, two friends of dubious intelligence, and a sheet of plastic. The hall would become soaked to the floor with water, riding the plastic sheet like a penguin on ice while swinging a ten-gallon hat.
My friends, who we shall call friend A and friend B, were to be on both ends of a long hallway to both push me at what would be incredible speeds and to catch me before the stairs at the end of the hallway, which water was now running down.
I donned my plastic sheet, wearing a bathing suit which was about three sizes too big, and told friend A to push. Of course, there was as little friction to push as there was to stop me, but luckily the wall was very helpful, shoving friend A, and by extension me.
Luckily, the neck damage was minimum to friend A. The ridicule that caused severe depression for years to come from the neck brace was much worse.
I slid the thirty feet in about 2.5 seconds, colliding with friend B. He landed relatively unharmed on his back, after doing a front flip. Little did I remember that the stairs were carpeted, and that the minimal friction worked against me, pulling the sheet loose, as well as my swim trunks. Though I "rolled into it" like my gym teacher used to yell at me while I failed to perform somersaults, I managed to break my arm and my ego.
Luckily, it was about this time my mother returned home, which made explaining the mess rather easily. Unfortunately, she had returned with the entire soccer team of my sister, who laughed at my bruised, naked body.
It only made thing better to know my elementary school crush had started a rumor while I was in the hospital that I am always naked at home, earning me the nickname "Naked boy" for several years. My cast was filled with various versions of this.