It's back and forth, back and forth.
I used to be able to swing for hours.
My cousin broke his ankle jumping out of a swing.
I used to pretend I was going out of the atmosphere. But no, I was never so retarded as to think that I could actually swing OVER the bar. It was just never practical to me. I remember trying to see who could spit the farthest . You swing as high as you can and the *twhoo* and once we hit the person on duty (ha! I said duty) and she was looking around like "holy crap! Is it RAINING?" Good times. Then we tried doing backflips out of the swings which was awesome.
I feel like swinging now.
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I've had a lot of good meaningful conversations on swings... I wrote a poem about swings once. In AP English for a blog assignment.
Funny how life works like that.
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