There was a particular swing in the park that I used to go to everyday as a child. I loved being on it, feeling the air rush past my face as I swung myself higher and higher, trying to reach for the sky. Then one day, while I was happily swinging along, a ball came flying towards me, hit me smack bang on the face so hard I fell backwards, landing flat on the ground. Ouch.
The incident hasn't deterred my love for swings, though I did develop an aversion to boys playing ball games in parks.
What do you feel about swings?
If I were ...
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