Jumping Off Swings: When Grandma Goes To Court

Jumping Off Swings

Remember the giant tree swing in the backyard? The one with chains hanging forever down and bolted to the denim-polished swing seat. Picture yourself with legs kicking out fast and straight; head back, hands gripping the chains like a two-year old clinging to a Popsicle.

Back and forth, the swing ascends and suspends, again and again, faster and faster, until dispatch height, where gravity gets cheated for a wink and adrenalin pumps wild as the final back swing prepares for ejection. Then, legs reach out in a final stretch launch….Gasp. Eyes Alive. Free Flight. Loft. Suspended Glee....

Welcome to Jumping Off Swings. This blog is in no way affiliated with assoications of persons jumping out of swings or any other moving thing. It just tries to capture the energy of that experience.

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Thursday, April 2, 2009

When Grandma Goes To Court

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