Grandpa Jones used to have a swing. This was back at his first house in Kentucky. He had tied ropes to a tree in his front yard and attached the swing to the ropes.
It was a tall swing, taller than I remember swinging on before that point in my life. In fact, it was actually a little scary.
I remember I couldn’t get started on my own because of the length of the ropes. The ropes were so long that they kept me nearly parallel with the ground for a while before gently picking me up into the air.
So instead of going at it alone, I always got some help. I’d swing and swing while someone else pushed me.
When I’m a grandpa, I’m going to have a swing like that. I’m going to push my grandkids on it too and tell them all about my grandpa’s swing. I hope they enjoy it as much as I did.