Do you remember this? Flying higher and higher on your swing until you felt like you were a bird or Peter Pan or some other invincible flying object? The best of times, for me as a child, was swinging on my swing.
May your weekend be filled with invigorating breezes, sun on your face, and a smile in your heart. Fly. 🙂 Slainte, Lisa
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I remember…it just seems so long ago 🙂
I know, me too. 🙂 but if I close my eyes, and hear the birds in the overhead oak tree, and see the sun squinting through the leaves, and feel as if time is encapsulated in just that moment, I can almost be there again. Have a great weekend, Peter! Write well. 🙂
I still enjoy sitting on a swing and flying into the sky. But the real joy is in watching a child enjoy the experience.
That is so true…watching their faces, pure peace and joy. 🙂