In Grandma's house there was a swing - a wooden board tied on ropes to a strong Neam branch. We would take turns to play on it and I am sure I enjoyed it the most. I went back to it again and again even when no one else was interested.
Sitting on the board pulling it slightly back, kicking with the feet to get the momentum for take off... then on every return to kick it harder and harder again to go further and further away in the skies... wow! nothing can compare to the sheer joy it brought to me as a child!
When we started our family the very first thing we bought for our home was the swing set. Whenever I thank Israel for marrying me (yes I do thank him), the first thing that comes to my mind is that he got me my very own swing set. No, I haven't told him that and unless he reads this post he never will know; he thinks we bought it for the children. Whether our babies played on it or not I loved to play on it every single day. It was a routine for a looo..ng time until life got busy.
These days just looking at the swing set through the window gives me the same joy as and when I was playing on it. It seems kind of like my own magic carpet waiting for my orders to take me places. So when the talk came up among my kids to get rid off the swing set now that they are bigger, I stomped my foot (in my mind) and said it stays! The reason I gave was, "One can never get older for a swing".
Swinging makes me a child again - carefree and let lose to conquer the world and if possible the skies riding on the winds with or without my wings!