I see a young eager tween, barely 11, excited to get on a stick, tied to rope, hanging of a branch by the sea.
But she hesitated, taking a step closer and then looking away for approval from her mom.
She’s not scared of getting injured. She’s worried of the looks people around her would give when she spreads her legs and clutch the rope between her thighs to swing.
She walks away.
Another girl, barely 7 runs towards the same swing and jumps on it. No fear. No worry. She swings away loudly as her sister pushes her higher.
The tween comes back. Admiring the you girl and her tenacity. Walks up to the same swing, grips the thick rope and looks at everyone around her.
Puts one leg on the makeshift seat. Takes a quick glance and saddles up.