I sure do miss the days of swinging in the swings at the local park. These days I like to take my kids to the park. It takes me back to my childhood when I was the one doing the swinging.
I was one of those crazy kids that gave my mother a heart attack everytime we got near anything that moved. I would swing just as high as I could and then jump out of the swing landing somewhere on my head. (Hey, I never said I was the brightest child).
If I were to pull the same stunts as an adult something tells me that I would get more than just strange looks from the other parents at the park. More than likely some of the mothers would have a few choice words to say to me about the kind of example I would be setting.
Alas, that is one chapter that has closed never again to be re-opened. In the meantime I'll do my best to convince my kids not to follow in my footsteps. Afterall those trips to the doctor's office really weren't all that fun.
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