Hammocks Research Paper

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Long, hot summer nights with my family were always spent outside. Little kids would run around in the freshly cut grass, grownups would swap stories back and forth about work underneath a porch roof, and my cousins and I would swing back and forth in the old hammock. That hammock has been in our family for a long time. It had seen about six summers and springs; the fading colors of green and black were enough to prove its longstanding use. Hammocks are not just important to me and my family but to others. Boring, tiring days turn into fun, relaxing getaways just by swinging on a hammock. Just as our hammock had the power to bring my family and friends closer together, a hammock can do the same to others. Making every moment even more enjoyable …show more content…
As stated by History.com staff, hammocks have been around for about 1,000 years. They were an integral part of life for the people of Central America because they would protect them from the creatures and unsanitary ground below. As the 16th century began, explorers came into contact with the native people and were exposed to the makeshift beds. The explorers came back to their home country and introduced the hammock to others Hammocks started to grab traction in Europe and eventually turned into a usual commodity (para …show more content…
Disappearing into the warm wind that would carry them elsewhere until we would snap back into reality and remembered where we were. It was very calming to lay in the sun and let the hammock rock you to sleep. I could remember the times my mother would be laying there after a tough day's work or my older sister reading until the sun would set. However, this beautiful, peaceful gift was not always used with the best of intentions. As a rambunctious bunch, my brothers and sisters would transform the kind, welcoming hammock to a belligerent, ruthless object of war. We would transform it into a human slingshot. Someone would sit in the middle of the hammock and my brothers would swing it with all their might, flinging one of us towards, with luck, the grass. This was not the case most of the time; our scars were enough to show our painful fall into the rock garden or thorny rose bush. Still, this did not stop us from returning to the unforgiving human slingshot. Again and again, we would let ourselves willingly be shot up to the sky just so we could feel like we were flying unaware that what awaited us below was a face plant into the