No such thing as too big

My dad doesn't get small. I mean that in the "he doesn't understand" way. One time my mom wanted a cute little wishing well. She got an structure as big as my kitchen.

So, it's no surprise that when my dad decided he wanted to build a swingset - my mom kindof gasped. When they found out that they'd need a forklift to lift the steel beams, you'd probably think that he would maybe reconsider or downsize a little bit. Nope. Not my dad. He found someone with a forklift he could borrow.

Dad and my brothers spend the better part of a day or 2 welding this thing together, and here is the finished product.

Since photos kindof warp the size of things, I want to point out a few things:

1. There is a tree right by the far end of the swingset (left of the picture) is a full grown apple tree. Use that as a comparison.
2. The child in the swing is Daniel - he's 4 years old, and he's about as tall as a 4 year old.
3. See those cross beams about 1/3 of the way to the top? I have to reach my hands up to reach it.

In short? It's a big dang swingset. My dad is just plain cool. That's all there is to it.