Oh, Keep Out, I can't sit down. Is it going to break? Is it wet? I doubt the one next to you is either...
Eh, here too! You've got a monster out there that's interfering with park benches. I guess there's a don't sit on the chair alarm, today.
What name is this playground equipment?
Onomatopoeically, gikinbutton? Situ, back and forth? Animal back and forth!
Do you remember playing with this a few times when you were little? Usagi, not so much.
When I was in junior and senior high school, I rode on it a few times, I think. (It usually says what age group it's for, right?)
oh,there's someone ahead of you?
Well, when there are no chairs, it's the 'swing set' that we know the name of, rather than the unnamed playground equipment mentioned earlier.
Ah, but we meet people whose names we don't know, and we live in a time when anonymous voices are very noisy.
In the old days, we used to try to fly with momentum, fly our shoes off, try to do a cartwheel.
We would try to paddle standing up together, or cross the chain from one side to the other and go round and round in circles.
And sometimes it would break, and the next day it would be fixed.
Sometimes we get drunk and feel sick.
I thought it was a privilege for adults to get drunk, but even children can get drunk.
And so, as I grew up, the swing became something to sit on, something to talk to someone on.
I started looking to the side when I should have been looking ahead. Sometimes while intoxicated.
Let's go for a ride sometime.
I get drunk very quickly.
