I've always loved swinging. The dance, and the rope and seat version, that is. Especially at night. As an adult I've strolled onto my old elementary schools playground after dark to swing on the big swings, and my butt *almost* still fits. It's totally relaxing to the point of being transcendent. Every kids deserve a swing, to come as close as possible to flying...
So the family I live with/ nanny for totally believes their house to be haunted. I mean, it is. Suffice it to say for now, right through those trees and fence, across the highway, is an old cemetery, up on a hill to protect it from floods. The children buried their come play on our stairs at night...
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haha sounds like fun!
ReplyDeleteI love this photograph. I love the way swings propel me through the air It is the closest thing I get to flying! (unless I want to shell out 50 bucks at an amusement park)
ReplyDeleteIts never too late for anyone to get in touch with their inner child. I'm glad you are taking advantage of your situation and time to learn and grow!
cute.
ReplyDeleteoh, need colors!
ReplyDeleteLove your colors!
ReplyDeleteIt's almost like something you'd see on a "ghost-searching" television show. Or maybe your story is just tweaking the way I'm seeing it. ;)
wow - that is really creepy!!
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