On Uncle Marion Leffew's place there was a sawmill. We were told to stay away from it. Theolder kids didn't listen and us youngins followed them. We would lay on this pole that was sideways with a rope on the end of it. Someone on the ground would twirl the rope. We were then swung around in a circle OVER the blade of the saw..Oh my gosh if one of us would have fallen we would have been split in two. Milly WARD Piros My Mind is Like Lightning.... One Brilliant Flash and poofffffffffffffffffff ! It's Gone.......