A Day at the Park with Great-Great Grandpa(Told by the Sweet Little Great-Great Granddaughter on the Swing)

There were eight of us at the park today.

My great aunt and uncle.

My great-great grandpa.

My cousins.

And me.

I was minding my business.

Doing a swing competition with my cousin.

Swinging.

Competitively.

Driven.

Like we had just invented Olympic Recreational Swinging and were finalists.

The wind in my hair.

The sun shining.

Legs pumping like a pro.

Absolutely no assistance required.

Now somewhere behind me, my great-great grandpa must have decided:

“That sweet child clearly needs help.”

Important detail:

I am ten years old.

I have been operating a swing independently for quite some time.

I am getting bigger.

He is getting smaller.

But bless his heart.

He stepped in anyway.

Next thing I know…

Swing 1: Is it the wind?

No.

Swing 2: Is it a bird?

No.

Swing 3: Oh nooooo… it’s great-great grandpa trying to push me.

Why is he so close?

I can’t just stop mid-air!

If I brake now, I will absolutely knock him over. Or the swing will hit him in the face.

Then I feel a bump.

Why does it feel like I hit him?

Why does it now feel like he’s attempting to hop on my back?

Why is there a cane involved?

Why is this suddenly a contact sport?

Then I hear fibar shifting.

A cane drops.

I swing forward.

I swing back.

And I’m thinking:

“Is great-great grandpa attacking me?”

“Is this a new playground game?”

“Why is he under me?”

“Great Grandad… get out of the way!”

Finally, I have a strategy.

I will launch myself off the swing to avoid obliterating him.

Relief.

But WAIT.

The plan falls apart.

As I’m mid-air, trying to process how my peaceful angel descent turned into an action film…

My big cousin grabs my swing mid-flight.

Full stop.

I scorpion.

Head one way.

Feet another.

I am not a gymnast.

And I hear someone yelling:

“Are you okay?!”

I pause.

I’m not sure.

Then I realize…

They are not asking me.

They are asking him.

Excuse me?

Am I okay?

I was just winning a competition five seconds ago!

Meanwhile, great-great grandpa is standing up like nothing happened.

Brushing himself off.

Mildly confused why everyone is reacting like the park just hosted a live sporting event.

Let the record show:

No hospital bracelets were issued.

No ambulances were summoned.

No three-day stays were booked.

Great-great grandpa should absolutely count his blessings.

It was a thoughtful idea to push his great-great granddaughter.

But she is fully capable of self-propelled swinging.

Side note to big cousin:

Thank you for saving great-great grandpa…

But my back?

You folded me like a lawn chair.

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And honestly?

That man wasn’t attacking anyone.

He was being a great-great grandfather who saw a child in motion and thought:

“I’ve still got it.”

And maybe…

That’s the sweetest part of all.

Thankfully, no seniors or children were hurt on this side many day.