That’s me on the left. The swing was too high for me to get up on the seat, so I would lean over and balance my tummy on the seat and push off…wheeeeeee! Shelley looked on at me with some concern. Not sure if it was for my unconventional swinging style, or for my outfit. My high-water pants (showing off the always-fashionable black socks/white tennies combo) were green polyester. Of course, they perfectly coordinated with my Notre Dame Fighting Irish sweatshirt (see my Twitter profile picture for another view).
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