Pirates Bay was my Plan B, because I'm not about to keep power-squatting over an 8-inch high seesaw in my yard, not even for my amazing grandson. This arrived in about a week, but I ordered it right before July 4th, so I think the turnaround was pretty quick. Ten minutes was all it took for my sis and me to fire it up after we dragged the package out of the car, and we weren't in any hurry. We high-fived ourselves on our prowess at tearing open a cardboard box and connecting a water hose, and became aware of the kids who appeared out of nowhere, gazing at the newly-inflated Pirates Bay from the edge of our yard. I would have encouraged them to ask their parents if they could visit, but I'd just told their daddy to move his junky car off my property by 5pm or I'd have it towed, so I'm sure that dude wasn't speaking to me just then. We had a group of kids, ages 2-12, using this rig for hours, and they LOVED it. Most of them told me how awesome I was, and they threatened to come over every single day. But I'm not gonna fall for easy compliments and end up babysitting the neighborhood all summer; that's a sucker's game. I've been awesome for years, which is why I bought the Pirates Bay in the first place. Take-down and storage of this attractive nuisance was equal to set-up time. This was a great purchase. If you want to be known for your wicked grandma skills, get a Pirates Bay, give your thighs a rest, and sip a cool, refreshing drink in the shade while the kids go crazy and the teeter-totter gathers dust.