ah, seesaws, those quaint contraptions of joy, have endured through the ages much like myself. however, one must not decry their simplicity nor their potential for merriment. there exists a set of unspoken rules, a guide, if you will, urging participants to be cautious, to start from the commencement point with a predismissal of fear. it is in this cautious beginning that the true essence of fun on a seesaw is discovered, allowing for a harmonious balance between exhilaration and safety, much as we navigate the delicate balance of night and day.