Swing Time (Get it? Instead of "hang time", "swing time"? I slay myself)



I call it - "The Lonely Philosopher"

       Mommy took me to the swings today for a time of reflection. Just as I sometimes need to relax in my hammock, I also need time to reflect on life…am I where I want to be? Where do I see myself in 5 years? What would mommy and daddy do without me? That sort of thing. And what better place to think than while swinging. For a swing is an excellent metaphor for life - It has times of great triumph and excitement, during which you soar. These highs are quickly followed by lows, when you become bored or complacent, only to be swept into the air again in an entirely different direction. Oh and you can’t go forward without going back. This metaphor could get very deep, so for the benefit of those not blessed with my intellect, I shall quit the topic for now.
      Anyway, today during my reflection I realized what a big responsibility I hold as a member of the next generation. Certain members of various older generations have completely ruined society for myself and my peers. Therefore, it is with sober mind and courageous spirit that I promise to endeavor to fix current problems and right past wrongs! I, MLS, will salvage America, and GIRAFFE! BIG COLORFUL GIRAFFE! DAISY COME LOOK QUICK I CAN REACH THE GIRAFFE! PACI? DID YOU SAY PACI MOMMY? PACI! Mmmmfff, muuummuummumm, mummmff.