My old grade school became a convent and it was painted and upgraded with plants and a different driveway, and a porch, but the fire escape slide is still there. The top entry was from the general assembly/theatre room, a room that had an actual stage. Annually, no matter how afraid of heights we were or which grade we were in - kindergarten to sixth grade, we had to slide down the fire escape and then proceed to a safe meeting place.
I always thought this was ten stories high when I was little. The slide down took forever and was dark, with a light at the end of the tunnel downhill from where you were. Still, I survived.
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