Flying On Your Swing


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