konakathy
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I remember feeling like I was flying when I would jump from the swing.....until one day when I was about 6-7 yrs. old, my family was at the the old muscle beach in Santa Monica, where the swing sets were. My uncle was pushing me in the swing, he used to get us kids waaaaay up there, I decided to jump right as I reached the crest, and I flew. Baby I was flying over that sand like a long jumper. And then, KAPLOW! I landed hard..face first and screaming bloody murder. I ended up with a face full of sand and a sprained wrist. That ended my dreams as a trapeze artist in the circus. But it was a great feeling to swing and fly.