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I sat there swinging repeatedly, back and forth, back and forth. Listening to the creak every time I would go back. I was only 5, sitting on an old swing set at the edge of town. Mom began to trust me to be here alone earlier that year, so that is what I did almost everyday, swing on the swing set. That was what I did and who I was, the boy who would swing on the swings for hours on end. I was fine with it and Mom was fine with it. I mean, I was 5 what else was I supposed to do? But I was happy and I think Mom only cared about the fact that I was entertained. So I just came here and swung on the swings all day.

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