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.