I am always slightly tentative when I sit on a swing. Perhaps one reason is that I am still not really used to the idea that my weight is within a normal range. But the other one is that I loved books as a child and have so many happy memories of reading and even reading some of the actual books Mum read. One of the books was ‘What Katy did’ which was in many ways a morality tale but I didn’t see it like that when I was young. But Katy had a serious accident on a swing and the joy of memories of playing on swings in the garden and the park is tinged with the idea they can be dangerous. While I am now much more conversant with the idea of a risk assessment before an activity I miss some of that carefree child’s trust in just playing without the ‘what if’ thoughts.