Growing up Bates: The Redneck Slip and Slide

I guess I was around 7 or 8 years old when the Slip and Slide was ultra popular (yes, I am JUST that old). Anyway - I begged my parents for years it seemed (I'm sure it was only like 4 days) to buy us a slip and slide. I wanted the bright-yellow-banana-looking-plastic slip and slide! After hours of begging, pleading, and making a list of all of the "Pros" of the slip and slide (nevermind all of the "cons"), my dad finally gave in. But, of course, we couldn't afford to spend money on a REAL slip and slide,so dad decided to make his own out of a giant sheet of plastic. It was no ordinary sheet of plastic, it was a giant sheet of visquen (I have no idea how to spell it) that was covered in dirt! So, we tried it out...we took the water hose and wetted down the plastic and tried to slide. I was first. I ran from about 20 yards back and dove head first onto the make-shift, redneck slip and slide, and I slid about 2 1/2 inches before getting plastic burn! Not a good idea. 
   So, dad decides that he knows how to make it better. He gets out the Joy dishwashing liquid and pours the entire bottle on the plastic, then wets it down again with the water hose. I, being the brave (and stupid) kid that I was ran that 20 yards again (I don't know why I thought we had to be so stinking far back!), and hit the slip and slide head first again. This time I went whizzing down the plastic at the speed of light! It was so slippery that I didn't stop until I was about 10 feet PAST the plastic! So I was 10 feet away from the plastic covered in a dirt/soap misture, and I had soap in every orifice of my body. It was not pretty. Needless to say, that was the last slip and slide adventure at my house...but now, the sprinkler, that was a different story.