Swings love nothing more than to hear the laughter of childhood. To throw a young rider toward the sky, and then cradle them safely as they return toward the ground, giggling, to and fro until it is time to go. Too soon, kids venture off to explore their world and become who they will. Meanwhile, the links of chain may rust, and their seats might become bleached by the sun. But swings and other playground things are content to hang around, waiting for the day their friends come back to play.
(For Caitlyn, Lydia, Valerie and Eric. We wish you the very best on your new adventure.)
© 2011 Mike Anderson. All rights reserved.
