Elementary school in suburban Atlanta in the mid 1960s.
There was a swing set that had to be at least 15 feet tall.
Made out of steel. The seats were steel. The chains were steel.
As a child, I had to steal myself to actually ride the dang things.
Of course the playground was plain Georgia red clay and whatever weeds could grow.
Jumping was not something I ever did except in my dreams.
And, in my dreams when I did jump from the giant swing, I flew.
Across the playground and into the woods and beyond.