We’ve turned into a Hive, things are getting serious.

I remember when I was little, I foolishly got too close to the swings in the courtyard while a kid was swinging. There was a torn and bent piece of metal sticking out from the seat, like a knife, and he stabbed me in the stomach as he swung past.

We had brutal swings with steel supports in our courtyard; you couldn't make a sun out of them. But you could break the legs of people carelessly walking nearby. It was an attraction in its own way.

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