this is a picture of me. in a swimsuit. doing gymnastics on the metalwork where an awning should have been but inexplicably never was. i'm seven.
i look at this now and my first thought is why did we have so many lawnchairs in the garage? my second thought is OMG, there are so many hazards here!
the rickety metal. the hose. the wood plank. what appears to be a box of papers and fireworks adjacent to a pocket-sized propane tank set at random in a field of dried grass.
k.clen and i were swinging ages and ages ago and we got to talking about this. the fact that, as kids, we would go as high as we could on the swings without any fear of falling off. we would even purposefully try to swing so high that there was a possibility we would flip the swing over the swingset.
we do not swing like this now. as adults taking to the swings, there was a temptation to check the bolts to make sure they were secure before ever getting on. we didn't, but we wanted to.
i've no point here beyond the fact that i resent this change in attitude. and that i wish we could hold on to that fearlessness we have as children and revel in the freedom we have as adults.