Yes, you are now in high school. Big, bad high school, but your not too cool to get on the old park swing. In fact, high school is extremely similar to taking a ride on the swing.
You get on the swings. A row of 6 swings open waiting for you and your friends. Start slowly, easy going, barely any problems. Your friends are right next to you. Stay close to the ground, your just happy to be on for the ride. You have seen the swing forever, you have waited, and now it's your turn. You are excited for the ride! You are Fresh.
You and your friends get comfortable. You climb slightly higher, getting into the constant rhythm of the swing. Your friends are right there next to you, laughing and giggling. Thinking you've got it all down. You can't imagine the obstacles that lie ahead. The people who climb higher at your pace are the ones you are always around. This is when you decide to take an easy ride, or strive for the highest level. You are sophomore.
This is the tough part. You have been on the swing for awhile now, yet you still aren't high enough. Your legs are still strong, not tired yet. You make the choice to climb high, to push yourself because you know that will get you to the top. Your "friends" who cannot keep up, slow down. They waver at the bottom, closer to the ground. They are moving slowly, so slowly that it barely shakes the whiskey in their hands. These people won't get to their max, it makes you sad, but you learn from them. An older boy steals your heart and adds more stress to your already hectic ride. Your close friends climb with you. Their cheers and encouragement get you through this tough stage. The rhythm has so many distractions now. You may want to slow down, to go with the less focused people. You may want to take a break but that will diminish all the previous work and vigor you went through. The people at the park see your success and are proud. They know the work you did now will pay off in the end. You and a junior.
The swing has made you tired. You are at the top. You're so used to pumping your legs hard, that it's no longer a burden to keep up the work. You are ready to be done. You're glad you're so high up, because you have every intention to jump. The people who are with you now are the ones you love, the ones who love you back, and the ones that want you to jump far and land beautifully. You are scared. You're so high up, the jump, you know, will be fun. Yet, the anticipation is so stressful you have to cry. You find ways to deal, no matter what. Your friends stay by your side. you have made it this far, there is nothing that could tear you apart now. The kids who swing close to the ground have no room to jump. They can step off the swing, but they won't get as far as you. You make all the preparations for your ejection. You are so nervous, but you have watched countless generations do the same thing. You jump! Your done. It's bitter sweet. Your friends go to the tire swing, to the spider net, to the tube slide. You go to the marry go round. Yet, it is still all the same park.
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