We had a giant weeping willow tree in our back yard, the branches were easily fifty feet high. My dad was a tree man, he cut down trees for a living. He made us a swing out of a big tire. He cut the tire to make a seat, with big round handles. Thick ropes held the swing to the branch. You could sit on it, or stand, hooking your feet into the handles. The swing was far enough out on a strong branch- you could stand and swing sideways and never smack into the tree. It felt a bit like a trapeze would feel, I'd imagine.
My sister's partying friends would come over and spin each other on that swing, torquing it round and around too high, and then letting go. Troy Erney got the blood vessels in his eyes broken that way, spinning around too fast. It was gross.
Every spring, our yard would flood. We'd have to wade out to the swing, and then once on, we'd fly high over the water.
I would swing and swing until I felt calmer. When I started to feel sick it would be time to get off of it.
Hours of my childhood spent swinging.
Swinging helps Riley so much.
I wish I had a swing like that for my kids.
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I needed that swing yesterday. But I was stuck being a grown up with a flat tire late to school...so I settled for Kings of Leon. Any chance Riley would dig some tunes whilst waiting for her pup?
I remember loving swinging when I was a kid, too. Unfortunately, now that I'm an adult I can't swing without getting nauseous. I'm not sure why that is, but I can recall standing at the swing for an hour or so pushing both of my girls and wishing that they would soon get tired of it so I could go sit down!
My dad cut down trees for a living, too. I got my vocabulary (the salty one) from him. No swing for us, though.
Swings are the best aren't they?
BTW, the calming sensation is most likely due to vestibular stimulation - try spinning on your office chair...
The writing in this little piece simply sings, Michelle.
Speaking of spinning in office chairs, I got really stressed out today at my job, and that's just what I was doing to try to calm down. My first line of defense is to scratch my itchy hands, but that never ends well. So, I spun. And spun. And then I relaxed a bit.
Get HT on it!
This sounds like the start of a future article! It is lovely.
It helps Miss M, too.
Get on it.
I loved that swing...and the memories it created.
Hi Heather!
So great of you to comment on this post!!! One of the few who would really and truly get "the swing."
Thank you for stopping by here today!
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