As I was walking through Palmer Park, I saw some kids playing on the swings. My swings. At least they used to be. I had reached the age when it just wasn’t cool to be on the swings anymore. That’s the way life is when you’re thirteen. Everything you grew up loving you either hate or you can’t do because it’s not cool anymore. The swings had belonged to some other, older group of kids before me, and now they’d been taken over by younger kids whose names I didn’t know, but whose faces looked