Good morning world.
Maximus Handsomius here from my forever home, in Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia, Canada.
A lot of kids today, wouldn't know how to swing on a swing.
The Big Guy remembers what it was like, being little. They had a huge swing set in their backyard.
He would sit on the swing, but didn't know how to "start" the swing.
His friends would take turns, pulling the swing back and then would push as hard as they could, by doing an "underdog" under the swing. This meant, on the downward swing, the person doing the pushing, would run and push the swing as high as they could, by running under the person that was on the swing and would continue pushing until they were "out" the other side.
Then, that pusher, would have to run back and continue pushing the person on the swing.
But it came that fateful day, there was only the Little Guy and one of his friends. Neither of them wanted to push.
They would pump their little legs, back and forth. But the swing action didn't result in anything. They were really uncoordinated. One of their other friends came along and she hoped on the swing and started swinging on her own.
The Little Guy thought she was a witch. How could you swing on your own. This was the devil's work to be sure. Only older kids could swing on their own. This little girl was a full year younger than the Little Guy.
The Little Girl told the Little Guy and his friend what to do.
Wouldn't you know it. It worked.
Soon enough, the Little Guy didn't need anyone to push him on the swing. He could swing on his own.
But then, being a little boy, he soon learnt how to jump off the swing while at apogee.
This created the "who can jump the farthest" contest.
Also, while jumping, it was a requirement to yell "Geronimo", as this would help you jump farther.
Little boys can be dumb.
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