I remember those days Mom would say, "Come on, we're going to Meade Park!" and we'd pile into the car and drive over. We always fed the geese and then Mom would swing us on the cool, extra-big swings. She was great at it.
Man, I forgot how much I used to love swinging. It was an extreme sport back then. That and the monkey bars, which were serious because you pretended you were Olga Korbut, and the blisters were monumental.