Tire Swings

When I was about 3 or 4 years old, I loved tire swings to death. I'd wake up in the morning, watch cartoons, play NES games, and then go outside to donk around. Let me try to list all the things I can remember doing.

- Play with our dogs and cats.
- Dig for treasure, ususally with my bare hands.. and the treasure was usually a stump even though my mom told me that before I started.
- Drive my little monster truck around and help my mom bring branches to the burn pile.
- Play "golf" with any ball I could find, one of those cheap white rods people use to hang their curtains that is sorta shaped like a putter, and a hole I dug in the ground.
- Climb on things and jump off, because of course I thought I was invincible.
- Wait for my Grandpa to pull into the driveway so I could talk him into giving me some of the ice cream he bought from the store.
- Chase the mail man down the road after he took off.
- Go to our neighbor's house that my Mom told me to stay away from and fool around with the carpet that had become a part of the ground outside. It fascinated me for some reason.
- Snoop around in this very old house behind ours that still had someone's belongings in there, but I had to be careful because the place was falling apart eventually had to be demolished.
- Pick "flowers" for my mom, which honestly.. were weeds and that's the only reason my Mom let me keep picking them.

Well, that's all I can think of aside from the title of this blog. TIRE SWING! I loved that thing, my dad had the rope set up so high in the tree that I could swing super far and I would do that for hours and not get sick of it. One minor problem though, this tire swing was not too far from the trailer we lived in and also was kinda close to the tree itself. Basically after awhile the swing would change direction and I ended up becoming a ping pong ball between our house and the tree and it beat me up pretty bad to the point that I had some people thinking that my parents were abusive to me. Eventually my parents had to take the tire swing down due to hurting myself too much, but it was fun while it lasted.

A Reminder to Myself

I will forget, so I'm putting this here so I can come back to it later.

A quote from Yahtzee:

"Why? Because people are shit. Whenever I'm in a crowd, I think to myself, "Who left this shit all over the place?" I'm shit, you're shit, the world is shit, and if you're sitting there thinking, "Yes, it's true, everyone is shit except me," then you're a double-bacon shit with fries, Mr. Shitface."

I don't have many pictures of my Dad for several reasons. We didn't take many pictures of my childhood, we can't find them, or my Mom (or I) cut him out or blacked him out of the pictures. I kinda wish I didn't do that, because as much as I question his actions (or lack of action) throughout the years, one day he will not be around and those are going to be the only memories I have of him. I don't know why but this makes me really upset right now. Oh well.