my first post since school's out

i feel so free.
ahhh.
but i have nothing much to post.
though that hasn't stopped me before.
true, very true.
uhhh.
news.
gasp, i remember.
they did something horrid.
something dispicable.
they. cut. down. The. Swing.

The Swing was the best swing ever, a longe blue rope, hanging from a tree on the side of a hill, so that when you swing( by sitting/standing in the two loops knotted at the end) the ground just flies away from you. it was amazing, wonderful. i would swing for hours, composing songs, writting poetry.
chapter two of my novel was written there, hanging it the Swing...sort of. the idea for chapter two. you get the point.
my friend haley, who i don't get to see often, showed it to me. we've kinda drifted apart, but the Swing still brings back memories. and now...its gone.
 i feel so sad and angery...the Swing was public property.
and, truth be told, if the city took it down, then they have time on their hands, time they could use to fix the creek arcoss from my house so it doesn't flood the stupid street every winter.(they say its fixed, but i don't believe them.)

but yes. my friends. The Swing is Dead. a moment of silence for the lost memories.
anyway, more later