#0084 | outgrowing the swings
Submitted by Anonymous in Ohio.
Here’s Anonymous’ story:
“Walking past the playground by my house yesterday, I suddenly remembered what it felt like to be a little kid on those swings, fearful that if I gained too much momentum I would loop over the top to an untimely demise.
That’s one of the sad things about growing up, losing little thoughts like that. The swings remain the same but I keep on changing.”
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When my kids were young, I went to swing with them in the park. I loved, loved, loved to swing when I was a young girl. — Well, I was sick, sick, sick to my stomach as an adult . . . somehow our equilibrium must change and the play of childhood must remain there, to be remembered fondly and with a quiet tummy.
Someday, when I am a grandma I will be wise and be content to ‘push.’