Taming the Big Black Strap

I marched away from the picnic table straight toward the swing set as dusk fell. A wide black rubber swing seat dangled low above the woodchips, swaying on two heavy iron chains. It looked like an unsteady beast, but that made it the perfect target! I took a running leap, caught the curved rubber edge with both hands, and kicked my boots up onto the textured surface. The seat jerked forward, swinging wildly back and forth in the night air. I dropped my center of gravity, dug my boot soles into the matte rubber grooves, and rode the momentum until the wild swaying calmed to a steady glide. Total balance victory! #Gokublue