When I was seven, we moved to Dallas. That's another story.
The first house we lived in here had a FABULOUS swing hanging from a tree in the backyard.
Recently, I went to have dinner where Luke and Abby were house-sitting and I saw a swing very similarly to the one from days gone by in a front yard.
I will say, the swing I remember was not this safe. It was on a crazy long rope (seemed like 100 feet when I was seven), and the seat was wooden. We literally would swing so crazy high.