Swing Set Incident

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So I've been thinking about childhood friendships lately. You know, those pure, innocent relationships where trust means everything... until it doesn't.

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Picture this: I'm channeling my inner two-year-old self - Mitchell. Yeah, that's right, I'm talking about myself in third person because apparently that's where my emotional maturity peaked. There I am, living my best toddler life at the playground, shirt riding up, pampers on full display because dignity is a concept I hadn't discovered yet.

mimics swinging motion

I'm on the swings, right? And let me tell you, when you're two and wearing pampers, swinging is like a full-contact sport. Every push back, every forward momentum - it's like my pampers are getting their own workout. They're swelling up, doing their thing, and I'm just pushing that little butt back like I'm training for the Pampers Olympics.

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Now, there's this four-year-old - and at that age, two years might as well be a lifetime of wisdom - who I thought was my buddy. My playground confidant. My swing-set soulmate.

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But here's the thing about childhood friendships: they can end faster than a pamper change. This kid - this supposed friend - decides that Mitchell's swing time is officially over. One push. One betrayal. And down I go.

acts out falling

And as I'm tumbling through the air, what happens? Of course - I fart. Because apparently, my body decided that this moment of pure humiliation needed a sound effect. Like life was directing its own dark comedy and I was the unwilling star.

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But here's the kicker - and this is where you know I was destined for a life of overthinking everything - I apologized. To the kid who pushed me. While sitting there in my swollen pampers, having just provided the playground with dinner theater, I said sorry.

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Looking back, I think I apologized because even at two, I somehow felt responsible for existing in a way that inconvenienced someone else. Like my very presence on that swing was an imposition that deserved punishment.

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And that, folks, is how I learned that trust is temporary, pampers are absorbent, and sometimes the person you think has your back is actually planning to push you off a swing.

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But hey, at least I've got material for stand-up now. Thanks, unnamed childhood betrayer - wherever you are, I hope your adult friendships are more stable than your playground ethics.