The other memory was a game I created for my brothers, our neighbor Richie, and I. At least, I credited myself with creating it. The rules were simple. The grass was a swamp with alligators and piranhas. (sometimes if my brothers were not cooperating, it would become a firepit) We had to maneuver around on our little swingset and garden without touching the grass or dirt. It was quite amusing. I liked to climb into the triangle the poles formed and call out for my prince charming. Again, he never came.
Maybe this post is coming off as a series of minor disappointments from my childhood which majorly impacted me lateron, without my realisation. But that is not why I am writing this.
I have always found swings to be very romantic. Whether I was a little girl playing silly games, going on innocent dates to the playground at midnight when I was in high school, or needed some alone time to think. I find this particular swing especially romantic, and would someday like to have a luscious green backyard (much like the one I do today, but sans the fear of chiggers) with a perfect tree for this beauty.
Magical Swings
