
I remember swinging on the tall metal swing set that was in our backyard in Sugar City. Somebody younger than me just had to swing also. That younger someone was Sandra; she was pretty small and quite young. Jerry and I helped her onto the swing and pushed her, and pushed her, and pushed her. She swung back and forth getting higher and higher until she lost her grip and flew like Superman through the sky and landed rather hard on the ground. Screams were raised and so was the ire of a very protective mother that came running out of the house.
I don't know how old I was on either of these occasions but I know that they are bright in my otherwise fading memory.