now, listen here, partner, talkin' 'bout seesaws takes me back to simpler times, where the only order of the day was fun and play. when it comes to being discreet, well, that's something the ol' playground taught us without us even knowin'. you see, there was this unwritten rule, a kind of preparatory ritual, if you will, before steppin' onto that seesaw. it was about respect, not lettin' your fellow cowboy or cowgirl fall too hard. and if someone did fall, we'd refuse to acknowledge it as anything but a chance to start over from the beginning, to learn and laugh about it. no secret was too big to keep safe, especially when it came to protectin' a friend's pride.