{"id":24,"date":"2011-05-23T10:15:00","date_gmt":"2011-05-23T10:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/67.249.26.136\/wordpress\/?p=24"},"modified":"2011-05-23T10:15:00","modified_gmt":"2011-05-23T10:15:00","slug":"1306160100000","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/?p=24","title":{"rendered":"Swing Set Demolition"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Every kid should have a swing set.&nbsp; Or, at the very least, access to a swing set.&nbsp; When we were kids, my sister and I had a swing set.&nbsp; It was your standard 2-swing model with a slide and that see-saw\/glider thing.&nbsp; When we were small, having the legs\/poles of the set jammed into the dirt was good enough.&nbsp; We could swing as far as we liked, jump off at the apex&#8211;which had to have been 20 feet in the air, right?&#8211;and come down onto the grass, the pile of leaves we had prepared, or the friend or sibling who didn&#8217;t get out of the way in time.&nbsp; As we got bigger, we had to be careful.&nbsp; Swinging back too far pulled the poles out of the ground!&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p>Good times.<\/p>\n<p>But, to paraphrase Peter, Paul, &amp; Mary, &quot;giant [swings] make way for other toys.&quot;&nbsp; We used the swing set less and less.&nbsp; It slowly rusted; and then, one day, it was gone.&nbsp; I remember the pang I felt in my stomach that day.&nbsp; There was a flash of brilliant indignation: &quot;How could they take it down without at least asking me?&quot;&nbsp; Perhaps more than anything else, that swing set symbolized my childhood.&nbsp; And now it was gone.&nbsp; That flash quickly faded as I realized I couldn&#8217;t remember the last time I actually used it.&nbsp; And the yard looked so much better without it.&nbsp; It would certainly be easier to mow that spot now!&nbsp; Minutes later I didn&#8217;t really miss it at all.&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p>This past weekend I demolished our family swing set.&nbsp; Fourteen years old and made of wood, it clearly had seen better days.&nbsp; I had hopes of merely dismantling it and giving it away on <a href=\"http:\/\/www.freecycle.org\/\">freecycle.org<\/a>.&nbsp; But as I approached, toolbox in hand, I realized that giving it away would be irresponsible.&nbsp; It was rotting.&nbsp; It was unsafe.&nbsp; I preserved the swings, their mounting hardware, and the slide and gave those away.&nbsp; The wood has been cut up and left by the side of the road for anyone to take away.&nbsp; That spot in the yard is now easier to mow.<\/p>\n<p>I had contemplated doing this for over a year.&nbsp; My reasons were practical.&nbsp; I can&#8217;t remember the last time it was used. Indeed, I think Amanda and one of her friends were the last people to use it!&nbsp; I expected to feel relieved.&nbsp; I did not expect to feel loss.&nbsp; That same feeling I had as a kid came back, with a twist.&nbsp; It wasn&#8217;t just my childhood I was missing this time, it was my kids&#8217;.&nbsp; When I picked Brady up at his Mom&#8217;s and he asked what I did this weekend, I told him about the swing set.&nbsp; His response was a remorseful, &quot;Awwww&#8230;&quot;&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p>And then it was gone.&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p>I know exactly what he felt.<br \/>\n&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Every kid should have a swing set.&nbsp; Or, at the very least, access to a swing set.&nbsp; When we were kids, my sister and I had a swing set.&nbsp; It was your standard 2-swing model with a slide and that see-saw\/glider thing.&nbsp; When we were small, having the legs\/poles of the set jammed into the [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_seopress_robots_primary_cat":"","_seopress_titles_title":"","_seopress_titles_desc":"","_seopress_robots_index":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[1],"tags":[2],"class_list":["post-24","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-transitions"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=24"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/24\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=24"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=24"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/romeyn.me\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=24"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}