Help Yourself :)

And I'll try, too

Imagine a tow-headed lad of eight or nine, at the margin of a scrubby, pale-tufted infield; skeletal swing-set, monkey-bars, spring-horse. He’s at the see-saw with a heavy elastic strap he found in the back of the garage, left years ago by previous owners, musty on a hook behind the lawnmower, a replacement part for something once, perhaps one of those …