When you were young,
you'd wonder whether your swing could flip
over the metal bar at the top,
swing you all the way around and throw you to the ground, bruised
and
broken. When you were a kid, you thought it could
happen, but you weren't
afraid. All grown up; you know it can't
happen, but you're filled with fear. You
swing slower, instead of pumping for the sky. You don't jump
off, you slow
yourself to a stop. You'd never fling yourself into air
mid-swing, because you're
n o l o n g e r d r e a m i n g o f f l y i n g ,
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you're just worrying about how you're going to
land.
