Swing Low Part 2

As soon as my hands let go of the metal chains of the swing, I knew I had made a terrible decision. I closed my eyes tightly to avoid looking at the concrete zooming towards me and prepared myself for impact.

It didn't come.

The wind, rather than rushing by my ears in an alarming warning, seemed to quieten and my body began to lighten. I opened up my eyes nervously, wondering if perhaps the impact had caused my sudden and untimely death and that I would see my broken body lying beneath me. No. No body, no broken bones jutting out of my skin, no shocked onlookers, no sirens... just the playground becoming smaller and smaller as I magically soared through the air.