12. Summer Swing During the hot summer days of Mom’s first cancer, when little me couldn’t stand the brightness, I escaped to a shallow, shaded space — my monkey swing. any sickness, could be spun into proportion with a running start and room to unwind Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)