introduction raze "hello!" she shouted. she was in one of the black bucket toddler swings next to her little sister. she was too big for a swing like that, but she found a way to fit her legs through the holes. she made it work. she smiled at me. she introduced herself. "i'm a ten-year-old in a baby swing." she said it again. and again. and again. she turned it into a rhythmic chant. i'm a ten-year-old in a baby swing i'm a ten-year-old in a baby swing i'm a ten-year-old in a baby swing i'm a ten-year-old in a baby swing the longer she kept it going, the more crazed her voice became, until it was thick with vibrato. she never took a breath. i smiled back, because i know the feeling. 211002 what's it to you? who go blather from