When I was a boy, I would hide in the dryer when playing hide-and-go-seek. Occasionally my father would start the dryer, sending me for a warm tumble.
It was the 1970’s. A strange time in America.
This isn’t the same thing, but it’s close.
Perhaps a more appropriate version of what I used to do as a child. Much less dangerous (so not quite as fun) but still pretty great.
