“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.