Touching the Sky

When I was a girl, I loved to swing.  I remember the day I learned to “pump” by myself.  When I was old enough to go to school the swings were the only thing I was interested in during recess.


I remember how satisfying it felt to reach my toes up into the sky as high as I could go.  I felt free.


All these memories came flooding back when I watched my daughter smiling on the swings a few days ago.


For a moment I wished I was seven years old again, touching the blue sky with my toes.

Thank goodness for children and the memories they rescue.

Hopeful Homemaker