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Please note that the memories and artwork contained herein are copyrighted 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 |
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I'm not sure where we are, but the area is shaded by a large tree, lots of green grass, it's warm, and there is a swing hanging from one of the large tree branches. I have taken off my uniform jacket and hat. Margret is there and dressed in a white short sleeved dress. There is another man there whom I recognize from the group photo at the Voss home. He is on of the older gentlemen dressed in uniform, I think next to Herr Voss or Herr Voss's brother. I see him simply sitting on the wooden swing board when Margret and I approach. He gives up his spot for Margret. I'm not sure who else is with us, but I remember Margret getting pushed on the swing and then I took my turn, which was a less than conventional approach. I don't know who or what prompted me to do this, but I stood up on the swing and proceeded to gain height and speed, then after judging the right moment, I leapt off with a forward somersault and landed on my feet. Everyone was rather impressed, unfortunately, that did not really happened. That's what I wanted to happen. I fell flat on my ass. It hurt and I realized that I was no longer the agile youth that I had been. A couple of years ago I would have been able to do that with no problems. I remember later with my pride healed a bit I pushed Margret on the swing. Then I sat down on the swing and had her sit upon my lap and swung us both back and forth. We were alone by this time. She soon discovered that her sitting on my lap caused certain physical reactions that I had no control over. Since we were alone we took advantage of the privacy and had a little adult fun while swinging on the swing. |
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