We have the perfect little box elder tree in our front yard—just right for a childhood swing. When Rost outgrew his cloth-and-wood baby swing, I started looking for a sturdy wooden one that could grow with him through the years. I happened to mention it to our neighbor, Michael, and not long after, he showed up with the perfect solution – a handmade whiskey barrel swing.

Since it was first installed, I can confidently say Rost has spent hundreds of joyful hours soaring through the air. Thanks, Michael!