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Grizzly Weinstein
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April 2009
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Close your eyes and jump

I can remember not knowing how to swing. I remember having to be pushed, or even taking turns with a friend when neither of us knew how to swing on our own. I would be at the mercy of the person who pushed me: to fast, to slow, I couldn't control it. I remember trying multiple times on my own; it seemed impossible, shaking the chains kicking my feet. Nothing.

Then one day, success, I could swing!

I think it is a shame I don't actually remember this day. I know it happened because I can swing on my own, I remember swinging on my own at recess on the huge swing-set with the red-faded-to-pink plastic seats and large thick chains attached really high at the top of the swing set. I remember how far I could swing, so far it seemed I could wrap around if I tried a little harder, I never tried a little harder. It was frightening enough when the chain went slack, I could fall, and it was a long way down.

I remember jumping off the swing into the sand. Some braver kids jumped when the chain was slack, they weren't scared. I remember how they would seem to hang in the air.
It was considered extra daring to close your eyes. I tried that once; thank you soft sand. I never tried that again.

Haiku
Old supports hold us
Hanging from sky with thick chains
Let go and you fly

Current Mood: reminiscent
Current Music: David Shaw Parker - Segurillas
Comments

I don't remember how I learned to do a lot of the things I know how to do. Swinging being one of them.

this is a really beautiful entry.
thank you.
:)

Fun story. One of my fondest childhood memories is the thrill of learning to jump from a swing. I still like going on swings, but can't do the jumping any more.

Chick magnet entry

Awwww. Smootch.

Re: Chick magnet entry

LOL
in fact, ROLF
girl you rock
hehehehehe

chick magnet............

I remember trying to race the wind. There was a long, straight sidewalk that ran in front of my apartment. I'd wait in a lunge position at one end of the sidewalk for a good, strong breeze or gust. Then I'd run as fast as my legs could take me. I was convinced that one of these days I would actually beat the wind to the end of the sidewalk. It never happened, but you never know...