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The Swing

To continue my story I wish to share an interesting moment of my early life. . As I am told I had a very close relationship with my father (I can barely remember anything at all from those times, as I was 5 when he died), and he from time to time would try to create different games for my and my brother to play.

I have been told the story about "The Swing" a million times, and it makes me laugh every single time. This story contains building cranes, a swing, two kids and a worried family.
One of my dad's ideas was to build a swing on a building crane, construction wasn't a very difficult task, and we "the kids" didn't need much convincing to jump straight to it. Keep in mind at that time I was probably around 4 and my brother around 2, probably we were even younger than that, not that it matters that much anyways.
The swing was built quite quickly (as for everything that gets built quickly it probably isn't the best construction possible). and we decided to jump on it. Taking turns was quite funny (jumping on a swing even now days its quite funny and relaxing) until we decided that both me and my brother want to go at the same time, again, just installing another swing wasn't the most difficult thing so our father did it.
Watching over 1 kid is difficult enough, but he had to watch both of us. Having the spirit of an athlete I feel that you always need more, on this case the more was speed, I picked up pace and bammm, I fell from my swing (probably I could have been 2m from the ground) and went head first straight to concrete pole on the ground. As you could imagine blood started coming out of my head quite quickly after the impact, and my father ran to help me, forgetting about the two year old in the other swing, who was scared and confused at the same time. My little brother had no idea what to do so he just let go of the string he was holding and fell down in his as*, no damage was done except the horrible shock and fear my mother and grandmother felt as they watched this scene from the window of our flat just 50 meters away.

To cut a long story short, I was fine just a couple of stitches and a scared family. This story might seem scary but it is a very fond memory that I deeply cherish and try to remember from time to time, it makes me laugh at the way we wanted to be entertained at that age, and the lengths our father would go to entertain us. . .

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