I love to swing. I think it started when I was a toddler... My mom would push me in my little tot-swing for what seemed like hours. Here I am in my tot-swing, looking like “Put down the camera and push me some more!” (Photo censored because posting pictures of kids under 16 is verboten on adisc, even if it's of yourself, and you're now 18+ years old.) It's probably for the best though... My tentacles, scales, horns and compound eyes might frighten the more squeamish members.
This is how I learned the phrase “One more minute!”, a phrase that's served me well through the years, and has come in useful for such things as watching TV and playing video games when I got older. When I first started saying it though, I had no concept of how long a minute was, I just knew it was a magic phrase that bought me more swing time. I seriously would swing as long as Mom would push me.
When I started to school, the swing set was always the first (and often only) thing I would play on when we would go out on the playground. If they were all occupied, I would lurk around nearby, waiting for somebody to get off so I could snatch the swing. Once or twice I stayed on the swing so long that the teacher made me get off and let someone else get on the swing. Luckily that was rare, because it really pissed me off. They also told me to stop swinging so high when I would sometimes get the swing to go above the top bar, causing the chain to go a little slack before jerking tight again on the down-swing. Swinging was serious business!
Even when I got older and out of school, I'd still swing on the porch swing at my house whenever I was relaxing outside. No matter where I am, I can spot a swing from a mile away. If there's no swing where I am, I'll build one if I can. When my parents bought their lake house, the first thing I did (even before I went swimming or fishing) was build a rope swing in the giant oak tree growing in the middle of the yard. (1st)
Well, that was alright for a few years, but after a while, I was craving something a little bigger, and so I built the 2nd swing. It's attached to a branch that's 36 feet off the ground. I built it with 3/8 inch steel cable and heavy duty steel hardware. It took four levels of scaffolding and an extension ladder. I'm telling you, when I build a swing, I build a swing!
When you stand on top of the rear retaining wall and swing off, it almost feels like you're flying away! The swing arcs 30 to 40 feet; so you really cover some distance. Like I said, swinging is serious business!
I'll pretty sure I'll keep swinging until the day I die. What about you all? Is there anything you liked to do as a baby/toddler/small child that you still really enjoy to this day (that's not inherently childish)? Share it here!