Here is the rope swing dit, I knew I'd posted it somewhere before:
There was a kid who lived down the road from me when I was growing up, he was a year younger than me and his name was Lewis and he had long foppish hair and big teeth. I didn't like him.
Now young Lewis took quite a shine to me and the other kids on the street, he would try to join in with our games of soldiers and even let us play on his new bike which had gears! His parents were relatively rich you see and they could afford things like that, which enhanced my hatred of him.
Anyway Lewis really was quite annoying with the way he used to try and play with us and the constant way he used to try and be friends, he even had the audacity to invite me to his birthday party once.
Anyway one Autumn we rigged up a rope swing across a small stream in the woods which were at the end of the road. Lewis's parents wouldn't let him go in the woods because they thought it was dangerous, so Lewis never got to experience the swing. We would constantly taunt him about how brilliant the swing was and sneak through the break in the fence to get into the woods as Lewis watched in envy.
One day Lewis could take no more and he decided to follow us into the woods, breaking his parents strict rules. realising he was coming with us, I snuck ahead to 'prepare' the swing. I hooked the rope over a very weak branch and waited for Lewis and the other kids to arrive.
As Lewis looked on at the magical swing, you could see the excitement starting to grow on his face, finally he would experience the swing for himself and be one of the gang. As he stepped up to the swing I gave him a few pointers, explaining that it was very important to jump out as far as possible in order to gain enough momentum in order to swing back to the bank.
He took a flying run at the rope and grabbed onto it in mid air, as the rope tightened around the small twig I had hooked it over, the twig snapped and the rope fell about two feet, jerking violently as it reached the end of it's travel. This dislodged poor Lewis from the swing and he fell awkwardly into to freezing cold, muddy stream, breaking his rib in the process. He started to cry and he was covered in mud so I did the decent thing and went home for my tea, leaving him to swim out by himself.
For some reason he didn't want to be in the gang after that.