Reverse Shot: The Swing

What’s your earliest memory involving another person? Recreate the scene from the other person’s  perspective.

I am 15 years old and living with my mother and step-father and my little step-sister Debbie in Lake County. Debbie is 3 years old and looks like a Campbell’s Soup Kid according to her father. She is pretty chubby but cute. She really looks up to me but I have better things to do than hang around playing with her.

She wanted me to push her on the old tire swing that is at the front of the house. It’s a strange looking thing made of rubber with a bucket seat and long ropes going up to a high branch of an old tree. I was pushing her and she kept going higher and higher up over the roof of the house. She was looking down between her feet at the roof.

The next thing I know, my step-father is running out the front door of the house yelling, ” Mickey, stop pushing her!” Turns out he and my mother could see Debbie’s feet coming over the roof from the big picture window at the back of the house.

5 thoughts on “Reverse Shot: The Swing

  1. Sandi

    This story worked well with the “reverse” prompt: I imagine that you, the little girl, were blissfully unaware of your danger. I was part of a scary swing story myself–only I was the older child, a 7-year-old swinging on a metal trapeze bar, unable to stop myself from crashing into my 3-year-old brother. Fortunately, the bar hit him just above his eye, but oh what a narrow escape.

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