The swing is still, hanging by a fraying rope and looking as though it has been unused for years. I walk towards it, slowly, daring myself to sit down on the plastic seat worn from the elements. As I sit, I feel the rope start to give way but don’t stand. I plummet towards the ground and in a matter of seconds I am laughing away the shock and pain. My goal, as always, is to never cry in front of them.