I honestly cannot remember my kids ever swinging on one of these - the playgrounds we used had the more conventional variety and if we ever came across these in our travels I certainly didn't get any photographs of our encounters. Instead I have taken this challenge on face value and made a layout about swings - well the act of swinging to be exact. This page is for my own Childhood Memories album.
Journaling reads ... I can still remember the feeling of the wind rushing into my face as I swung forward, hands gripping the ropes, feet dangling into nothingness and then that single, fragile moment, when I was suspended high in the air ... before hurtling backwards to again push as hard as I could to go higher and yet higher with every swing.