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Growing up in my teenage years I was always so angry that having closed relationships is a norm imposed on everybody. What if I just want to be free? Because I found, about to begin the fourth round, that my boyfriend had totally passed out on me. And again, like I said, I do understand the need for close relationships. So like I said, in my college years I discovered the great art of swinging.

Stories swing

Stories swing

Stories swing

He wore Stories swing hoodie and gloves, which I struck me as odd, since it was summer and pretty warm outside. Nightfall had arrived and my house was engulfed in almost absolute darkness. After a couple hours of lying in my borderline vegetative state, I heard the mailman make his stop at my door. You have a good night Peter. Parents Guide. It was Stories swing a pleasant sight. I stood at the door Storiex scooped up the contents of my mailbox, sifting through the junk mail and bills, when I saw I had received a package.

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What do people usually fear when moving out to live on their own? These were things I anticipated. I never could have predicted the events of the past week. We had finally moved the last box into my new house. Single level ranch and only two bedrooms, but for a bachelor like me, it was a dream come true.

The house was right in the heart of a great suburban neighborhood, with a two-car driveway and a pretty big backyard. I stepped onto the deck and took a breath of the fresh air while closing my eyes to imagine the endless nights of friends, booze and, of course— women. I stretched my arms out and let out an exuberant sigh of relief.

To my right, I saw a vibrant garden, a grill and hammock. I figured it was a middle-aged couple. Under a large oak tree, adorned in colorful Christmas lights, was what looked to be a young boy swinging away on his play set.

His back was turned to me. He wore a hoodie and gloves, which I struck me as odd, since it was summer and pretty warm outside. I brushed it off and assumed the boy was sick. I went back inside and began to unpack everything. With the help of some friends, we managed to put together all my furniture, hook up my entertainment system and more-or-less get the house in working order.

Get ready to party tonight! The guys all began to cheer and a round of high fives were exchanged. By now, the sun was setting, as it had been several hours since we first had brought in all my belongings. My friend Dan was unpacking one of the last boxes as he eagerly looked out of the window. One of them even has a kid. As I pointed to the house I had seen earlier, my face scrunched to show a look of confusion and surprise.

The boy I had seen swinging earlier was still there. He was still swinging under the ambiance of the lit-up tree. I turned back to the swinging boy.

That night, as planned, we had my house warming party. It was such a great time. I greeted my friends and cousins as they arrived, handing them all the beverage of their choice. We were outside until around 3 or 4 in the morning when the weather suddenly got cool and it began to drizzle. I would have been willing to stick it out until it passed but the girls all began to freak out, claiming their hair would frizz and all ran inside.

I laughed to myself at how hard they were trying to get lucky. I took the opportunity to quickly clean up some of the trash that had accumulated before going inside. I scooped up a bunch of cans and bottles before I turned around and was left in awe. I guess we were all distracted by the music and alcohol to notice earlier but now, with everyone inside I saw it… the boy was still outside and on his swing.

He was still in the same position and outfit I had seen in him all day, back turned to me, wearing the same hoodie and gloves. He was wearing pajamas and slippers as he held his hand out, waiting for a shake on my end. He smiled and began to fumble with his hands. I smiled and laughed as I put a hand to my face in embarrassment. I guess things got a little crazier than planned. I really did feel bad. I half expected the man to come out yelling, demanding us to keep it down, less he call the cops.

His gentle demeanor was refreshing and I was more than happy to oblige. As he smiled, his eyes drifted past mine and towards the swinging boy. No one really knows the story. He just swings and swings, until eventually.

Check it out! I turned my around to find the boy had stopped swinging. He sat completely still for a moment before slowly rising from the rubber seat of the swing. He began to shake violently, falling to his knees and scraping the dirt below him. Even from where we were standing, we were able to hear his quick bursts of shrieking and gurgling. I became concerned. Was the boy okay? It looked like he was having an asthma attack or a seizure.

I started to run to the boy in order to help but stopped after a couple steps. His mother had run out. I looked at her, completely sober now from the adrenaline that was pumping through my body.

It was not a pleasant sight. She was a frail, haggard woman, with a gray, knotted mane of hair on her head. Her skin was pale and her eyes had dark bags underneath. Langer rushed out quick, holding a small, orange bottle— the kind one would receive from a pharmacist. After she reached her boy, she knelt down and poured several white pills into her hand.

Before she could even finish offering the pills to her son, he had grabbed arm and buried his face into the palm of her hand, inhaling the pills. Langer pulled away and began to rub her wrist. It appeared the boy had hurt her, which did not really surprise me due to how skinny the woman was. Paul and I watched intensely, without uttering a single word. After a moment or two, the boy simply rose back to his feet, sat back down on his swing and resumed his leisurely activity.

Langer grabbed the now empty orange bottle and proceeded back inside, still clutching her wrist. Paul and I were both shaken up. We had no idea what we had just seen. You have a good night Peter. The party was dying down when I entered… and I was glad.

What I had just seen took a lot out of me. The next morning I felt like shit. The copious waves of alcohol I had carelessly consumed the night prior had finally caught up to me. My head throbbed and I was severely parched. I stood up and the arid sensation in my mouth and throat was quickly replaced by feelings of nausea. I shambled to the bathroom and dropped to my knees, clutching the porcelain for dear life. I grabbed the sports drink I had strategically placed in the bathroom the day before in anticipation for my hangover and chugged it down in only a few gulps.

I was no stranger to this feeling, and I knew what to expect. Within a couple minutes I began to vomit and immediately felt better; though, not enough to have a very productive day. I mentally prepared myself for a day of movies, video games and junk food.

After a couple hours of lying in my borderline vegetative state, I heard the mailman make his stop at my door. In no mood to get off the couch, I ignored it and continued binge watching the zombie show everyone was raving about.

It probably was not the best idea to be observing such grotesque gore while it felt as if a war was being waged in my stomach. I sucked it up and continued to watch. Several episodes later, I made my way to the kitchen and popped in a giant TV dinner in the microwave.

While it cooked I decided I would bring in the mail from earlier. I unlocked the front door and let in some much needed fresh air. I stood at the door and scooped up the contents of my mailbox, sifting through the junk mail and bills, when I saw I had received a package. Without scanning the box for more details I brought the small box inside and cut off the tape.

I opened it only to find a small orange bottle… like the one I had seen my neighbor holding last night. I was puzzled and searched for the mailing label on the box. The mailman had delivered it to the wrong house.

Annoyed, I let out a big sigh. I was not in the mood to get dressed and leave the house for anything, let alone to awkwardly meet new neighbors in order to tell them I have the pills for their weirdo son. I looked out of my back window and saw the boy was swinging away, as usual. I heard my microwave go off, indicating my food was ready.

With one last glance at the child, I told myself the pills can wait, as the boy had scarfed down several the night before. I tossed the bottle of pills aside and made my way to the kitchen.

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Swing events are becoming increasingly popular. It is not only music and dancing that are thrilling the scene but it is fashion and life style of the nineteen-twenties, the thirties and forties that are being celebrated as well.

Why do dancing and music of the swing period still fascinate people nowadays? How many exact style details are necessary to be a success in this scene? And why is the fascination of the past so strong that some people will dedicate their whole free time to adapt their dressing and living to a different period?

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Stories swing

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