Dwyer hung from the low branch of the tree of his front yard, feet barely touching the ground. The sun shone bright and the heat from the sun burned the left side of his face. He gently swung as the tree gave a little with each swing hoping the branch would not break. The next branch up was higher than he could jump. Crystal Blue Persuasion softly flowed from his sister’s bedroom window. He did not think much of pop music back then but, to this day, if Dwyer hears that song, his mind automatically goes back to swinging gently on that tree and he can feel the sun’s heat yet again.