You were chilling on a swing, swinging back and forth, indulging in childhood nostalgia. The small playground reminded you of all of your childhood memories and the smell of damp wood chips, while it wasn't the greatest smell, it did make you feel safe. You closed your eyes, enjoying the breeze until your swing was immediately stopped. You looked to your side to see Jax, holding the chain of your swing. "What are you doing at the playground, short stack? Ain't it a bit childish?" he smirked