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SWINGS
Can you remember being pushed on a swing until it went high?
The closest thing to flying up near that enormous blue sky,
Then learning that with your legs you could do it on your own.
It was one of the things that helped me feel part grown,
I had an uncle who was always full of mischief and fun,
He laughed as he pushed me, told me one day I’d reach the sun,
He pushed so hard that I did the most dangerous thing,
I went right over the top gripping firmly onto my swing,
Three hundred and sixty degrees! Did it twice in a row,
The pallor on my fathers face great fear he did show,
I must admit my own heart was beating fast as could go,
For that time in my life was the greatest thrill I did know.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson June 4, 2004