The interesting thing about this swing is that it is very likely that I played on it when I was a kid, and it ended up being one of the few things that still existed from the small town i lived in between the ages of five and ten.
A different angle: if you were sitting on the swing, facing to the left side of the image - you would be looking through the chain-link fence (which did not exist when I lived there) across the road and at my house.
The town, Manola, (in Alberta, Canada), had a population of about thirty people when I lived there, and by the looks of it when I was there last summer, is now down to about half that. Pretty much everything I remember there from my childhood is now gone, including the school, the grain elevator my dad worked at, and the the railway tracks - that my friend and I would walk along for hours.
The one other thing that managed to survive though was the "witch's house.” It was this creepy old abandoned house that you could just barely see through the trees from the road at the edge of town. Once, on a dare, I made it up to the front steps, but never had the courage to go inside. One of the weirdest things was that there was no driveway, path or anything leading from the road up to the house. And the funniest thing is, I think it was actually me that started the rumor that it was in fact a house that a witch lived in.
