So I was just talking to somebody and it reminded me of the time that I nearly got decapitated by a swingset. Now I know, you might not believe me but it was damn real! When a man faces his mortality due to childrens' playground equipment do you honestly think he'd be talking about it if it wasn't real? No.

Here's how it went down. I was mowing my grandparent's lawn like usual and decided I'd take a shortcut and mow under the swings. I should have flipped them to the side but I thought "I'm far too lazy to get off this here lawnmower" so I just pushed it forward. The only problem was that as I pushed it forward it fell from my grip and my lawnmower jolted forward for some reason and my chin/neck were caught on the stupid hard plastic seat. My feet were fully extended out and could barely push the brake! Lucky for me before my head was ripped from my neck and the blood sprayed everywehre all dramatic like, I managed to dislodge it. After that I looked around to make sure no one saw me and continued on. Forever will I be haunted by that day's events!

Here is an artist's interpretation of what happend. [link]

I just thought I'd get that out there. You're supposed to let things out and there it is. It's why I never look at swings the same way and clutch my throat each and every time.

Scott