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June 30, 2003
King of the river
"Ooh, a rope swing," said Allen, "can we stop?" I immediately caved before his toddlerish enthusiam and we beached our canoe in front of the swing.
First Allen swung. Then a fourteen year old girl swung. Then a six year old girl swung. How hard could it be, I wondered?
Not hard at all, as it turned out. Each time I swung I was able to execute a flawless double backflip or triple gainer into the water, landing with barely a splash. It was truly a triumph. I wish you could have been there.
Posted by didofoot at June 30, 2003 03:26 PM
Comments
what's the difference between a rope swing and just a piece of rope? maybe it used to be a noose.
Posted by: holohan at June 30, 2003 03:30 PM
you have such a great imagination. and with barely a splash!
Posted by: tracy at July 1, 2003 10:04 AM
kristen,
your flight through the air was the envy of every bird, your grace in the water that of every fish, and the part where you flopped in the water after flailing in the air after losing your grip on the rope after jamming your legs against the mud that of every blind elephant foetus rolling down a hillside hoping its elephant foetus heart out that gravity will lead it to the river, maybe with a splash.
yeah, that's foetus.
san francisco.
Posted by: allen at July 8, 2003 08:38 AM
dear allen, suck it, your friend, didofoot
Posted by: didofoot at July 8, 2003 10:35 AM
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