After selling the pink house and while waiting for Dad to build our new home in Provo we lived in a rental house was on the other side of town and was located on about 500 South and 50 East. This house was not a great house, in fact it was kind of run down as I look back at it, but all in all it served it’s purpose and gave us a place to live.
To us kids one of the coolest things about the house was a big old tree on the backyard. It was a scraggly sad looking excuse of a tree. But, it had a big branch that Dad decided to hang a swing on. One day Dad came home with an old tire that he decided to make a tire swing out of. He took a razor knife and a hack saw and after cutting it and then turning it inside out he made a swing seat out of it. He then took a rope and hung it from the branch.
We played on our new swing from sun up to sun dawn. We soon became the coolest kids in the neighborhood. We could really get high as we flew back and forth. We would take turns jumping out and seeing how high and how far we could jump. We would use our imaginations envisioning us sailing through the air like an Olympic athlete. Then one day I was pushing one of he kids in the swing and without any warning all of the sudden the rope snapped sending the one in the swing bouncing like a ball across the backyard. Once it broke we never put it back up again.