Rose is Rose by Don Wimmer and Pat Brady for July 15, 2012

… that’s the difference between being the child in mind and still living in an old person’s body …

Please, Please … OH PLEASE let me Vicki come after me!

64 years old and my daughter had “Twist and Shout” played at her wedding. She was surprised I can still get down!!!!! (Getting up the next day, was, well, it was not bad).

In fifth grade we flipped out of swings and landed on our feet, usually. Once I landed on my butt and got the wind knocked out of me. I look back and wonder if we were crazy.

When I was a kid one of our neighbors had a home-made swing set hung from 12’ high posts (I have no idea why they made it that tall) and when we swung up parallel to the top bar you could look down on the roofs of houses! We’d launch from the swing at apogee and never seem to hurt ourselves – but these days all I have to do is stumble over one of the cats and not even fall down and I ache for a week!

“Oh, don’t you love to go up in a swingUp int he air so blue…Oh I do think it the perfectest thingEver a child could do…”

I used to quote that everytime I pushed my son in a swing. I know the next 2 verses as well, but won’t bore anyone…

Vicki wouldn’t have any problem doing it. However I can’t see Vicki on a swing.

I never did that as a child. I was too much of a coward.

That brings back memories, although if we did during recess at school, the teacher on duty would yell at us, but that didn’t stop us for very long.

Growing up, one of our neighbors had a rope “swing” hanging in a tree next to the garage. It was one of the those real thick ropes and the end of it was tied in a big knot for us to sit or stand on. It was at the edge of a little gully full of brambles and the boys would climb the tree to the roof and hop on it. My crazy little brother once took a dare to let go of the rope while he was out over the brambles. I told him he was on his own explaining the state of himself and his clothes over that one.

wow. memories. I’d rather swing than anything as a child … actually, if i still fit the seats i’d be in a tie between swing and swim, the closest to fly i can get. scariest one was a knotted rope with a small board a the end we found that went out over the moat surrounding the fort at Chalmette … class field trip. No one jumped off, it was a twenty foot drop or more into bushes and undergrowth and maybe water … also where i met my first ghost … busy day that LOL.

The problem with age is our ability to break easier. However, I still do stupid stuff like that at 71. I pretty much already broke all my bones, so rebreaking is harder to do they say.