It's the principle of the thing now. You pump your legs and throw yourself into the swing's momentum. Stephanie backs away and watches you with one hand shielding her eyes from the sun to witness the great heights you reach.
To your credit you go pretty high. The frame shudders and groans. Finally it buckles under the force of your exertions with a hair raising clang.
One of the chains on your swing breaks and the seat flaps free out from under you, dumping you out. The ground catches you fully across the back. For a moment everything is white and there's a ringing in your ears.
"Wow, you really wiped out." Trixie leans over you.
"That looked like it hurt. Do you need any help?" Stephanie waves her hand in your face until you can see it. The girls give you room to sit up.
It's lucky you didn't seriously hurt yourself. All you're nursing is a sore head and injured pride. You're never too old to play, but some things on the playground are best left to the kids. With a crick in your back and a knot on your head you retire to the bench. Too bad you barely had a chance to play before having to call it
THE END.