Dick climbed the pole that held the set of swings you were playing on, a faint satisfied smile shifting the scheme of his face when he swung from the pole, holding on with his legs and letting the rest of his body dangle, his hair hovered centimeters above the damp concrete.

You swung dangerously close to the side of his body while he claimed to pose like a bat, which didn't look that accurate from your point of view, bat or not, it was quite funny.