When I was younger, I used to go out on the swings in our backyard. I would spend hours there. It was my serenity. I could swing, and swing, and swing and just escape. I spent a lot of time day dreaming like the 10-year-old I was about marrying a prince. A modern day Cinderella. Totally realistic, right?
The other day, we decided to take B to the neighborhood playground and swing. His first time in a real swing, not just the ones used to rock infants to sleep. He loved it. Just like his mommy.