This was called the Tarzan Swing.
The first part was absolutely terrifying I was hoisted 50 feet into the air by a golf part and then told to simply: Let go.
At first I held to the rope with dear life, sure that I was to die, feeling the sharp drop of free fall as a swung like a pendulum back and forth through a clearing in the woods.
As the swing began to slow a calm moved through the air.
I let go of the rope I was strapped to, and let my arms fly.
The sound of the wind in the trees, the bright sun flares glimmering through the leaves.
A peace came.
It was beautiful.