Constructive criticism is appreciated
Being a teenager is swinging on a swing. Back and forth, back and forth.
Your first couple of times swinging, you need a little push - maybe even a lift, if you can’t reach it, because you’re not yet able to support yourself. Soon thereafter, you realize you can do this by yourself.
Being a teenager is the trouble you might have at first, pushing off the ground and leaning forwards and backwards to get yourself started.
It’s the wind rushing through your hair as you pump your legs to go higher. It’s the creaking of the rusty swing set as you go higher and push harder. Gravity does it’s magic and a second after you’re up, you come back down, low enough for your feet to touch the ground. And then all of a sudden you’re back up again. Hair flying behind you and in front of you, creating almost a pinwheel kind of effect.
Being a teenager is swinging so high that the chain holding your swing starts twisting and turning and you’re soon enough, you’re twirling around yourself. Sometimes, you go so high you jump. There also comes a time when you go so high you feel like you’re going to take off right with the swing set and fly away.
Being a teenager is the exhilaration you get when you lean back and let the swing carry you. Back and forth, back and forth. Touching the ground only for a second, if touching it at all, and always ending back up.
Being a teenager is jumping off the swing. It’s getting back on to try and jump farther. You pump your legs and get higher than before, and then you push yourself off and for a couple of seconds you’re just free falling. Maybe you land on your feet, maybe you don’t succeed and you land on your hands and knees. But despite your unsuccessful jump, you muster all the frustration you have and turn it into strength. You get back on and keep trying until you beat that record you set for yourself.
After you’ve gone higher than you ever have before, after you’ve beat all your jumping records and your muscles are all tight from swinging that entire time, you slow down. Your crazy, exhilarating, frustrating, back and forth ride is ending. The wind that almost took you away dies down and you can touch the ground now. Maybe for you jump off to end with a bang, or maybe you stay on until the swing completely stops.
Nevertheless, the end of your swinging adventure doesn’t mean anything, it’s always open for you to get back on and swing.
