Flying On Your Swing

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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

4 thoughts on “Flying On Your Swing

    • 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. 🙂

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