Tire swings. A big jagged rubber tire with industrial grade finger-snapping chains, all which pivots on a greasy ball joint a good 2 feet off the hard-packed earth below. Add to that the sun-scorched summer days, a diet full of Fructose, Glucose and Sucrose, and a brother who will actually do what you want and spin the crap out of your tire swing, and you got a winner of a situation!
Day 24 was "Dizzy". Poem below.
"It was a very fine day
For the Cubs were at play
The Park full of kids was so busy.
But the fun wouldn't last
For the swing swung too fast
And poor Amy stumbled off Dizzy!"
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6 years, 4 months ago
25 Oct 2019 07:39 CEST
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