I haven’t thought much about swinging lately. Swinging like in a swing not ……..never mind. Anyway. My grandparents used to have this huge tire swing behind their barn, it was made from a tractor tire and was held in the massive Blackjack Oak by a grass rope that looked like it came off the Titanic. A serious rope for a serious swing. I remember flying thru the air, completely weightless and completely giddy. I haven’t felt weightless and giddy since. At least not at the same time. However, I watched Addie swinging at a friends house recently and remembered, if only for a moment, how it felt. I thought I’d share the moment with you.
You know what I think? I think we should all go find a swing and do a little flying ourselves this weekend. You with me? Blue socks and cowboy boots not required.
Have a great 4th of July everyone, now get swinging!