That Long Swing

                                       

I have a grandson who likes to swing in his swing that hangs from a support beam on their deck.  It's fastened good... and he swings as high as he can go. 

Takes me back to the swing we had for a short time, hanging from a very high limb of a very high tree.  That kind of swing goes waaayy back and waaayy forward... it's a lazy day swing.  It just goes and goes... that slowww ride that  takes you to the sky and back... I loved it.

But when the rope broke, there was no one who wanted to climb that huge cotton wood tree and out on a limb to put a new rope up for the swing.  That swing was, then, but a memory.. but what a ride it was!!

Much of our childhood is but a memory.. and we remember things that stood out at the time.. God and bad.. but it's in our heads to recall.