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when i was a kid my dad built me a swing from the porch roof. he used plywood and ropes, i remember watching him burn the cut ends so they wouldn't fray.
i loved that swing, id ride it until i felt sick and dizzy.
eventually i figured out i wouldnt have to swing for so long to feel dizzy, i could just sit on and twist myself up into the ropes and unravel myself into a vision-spinning mess.
okay, i wasnt supposed to do this- but i sometimes stood on it when my parents werent looking too.
its probably been like 14 years since ive lived there now, when we moved we had to take down the swing and bring it with us, it was eventually lost to storage and a few more moves we had to make in the following years.
last time i went by that house, there wasnt even a porch roof anymore. new tenants took it down and built another room in that space.
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