Swingsets

I have always loved to swing (and still do). I loved all swingsets. Some of my earliest memories are of swinging and walking around my swingset. My mom even made me a cake and asked what I wanted her to decorate it with and of course, I wanted my swingset. I loved the wind blowing in my face and flying up into the sky. My stomach would get little flurries the faster and higher I would go. Sometimes I would go so high that my swingset would tip over. I was never seriously hurt, only a few scratches so I would go right back to swinging.
I remember my cousin, Barry's, swingset. I remember swinging at school. And the ones at school were the best because they were tall and you could go really, really high and they couldn't tip over. Your friends would always help you get as high as possible with great big pushes. I remember the tire swing at my Mamaw & Papaw's house.
When I moved to California in the 4th grade, there weren't any swingsets at school. Why? And we never owned another swingset while I was a child.
If we go to the park and they have a swingset, I will always swing and fly high into the sky.