I remember when I was a kid. My mother used to take me to the park and put me on the swing.
Back and forth I swung as she lovingly pushed me over and again.
When I had gotten older, I sat and swung myself on the big swing designed for big kids, teens, and adults.
Every time I swung during my teen years; I ended up having the urge to take a dump.
Something about the movement from the swings initiated me to move my bowels.
So, I would get up off the swing to go home and take a shit.
This instance never happened whenever I got on rides at amusement parks- only once I swung on a swing.
I have no idea why swings shook me to shit unless things were mixing around inside the walls of my digestive system due to the mild impact of swaying up into the air and back down.
I often avoided the swings because I knew I would have to cut the fun short to have to go home and “cut the cheese” while also letting it out in the process.
