I Wanted to be a Hero

This afternoon, I was walking through Trafalgar Park, looking for the rest of my ultimate team. There were two girls, about eight years old, struggling to unwind a couple of swings. Some loser had wrapped the swings around the swing-set’s top pipe so that they couldn’t reach them. I went over and offered my assistance. Sadly, despite my best effort, I couldn’t actually get any of the swings down. They were out of my reach. I apologized to the girls, and offered my hope that someone taller would come along.

Hours later, I realized how I could have gotten a swing down. The chains hung down a little ways, so that I could just reach them. I should have tied my bag to the chain, and used the additional centrifugal force to get the chain back around the pipe. Ah well, hopefully some giant came along and helped them out.

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  1. At 2 meters, I would undoubtedly be the giant summoned. Alas, there were little old ladies at Home Depot that required my altitude to relinquish gallons of paint from the store’s summit.

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