The Swing of Memories…

On the last day of my stay in the UK I took a long aimless walk. Enjoying the weather and drinking in the fresh air in the park. As I grew tired I stumbled upon a playground with a swing set.

Suddenly I am a 10 year old kid again, as I ran to the swing I felt a rush of happiness I had long left behind in my childhood. Sheer innocent carefree happiness not tinted with worry or obligations. I hopped on the swing seat, I was afraid I would break it if it was only for kids to be frank, but it held on nicely and I kicked away.

I didn't get off the ground much, mainly because I was afraid the seat would give away under my weight. But for those short swings I took I remembered how much I loved to swing as a little girl. I remembered spending hours on the huge swing in my aunt's house which was next door to ours, kicking away until I was so high up I could see over our neighbor's fences! The rush of air as it rustles my hair, my clothes, and tickles my face is more refreshing than any other thing I've experienced in my life.

I have decided that I must by myself a swing set and place it somewhere, anywhere. Insha2 Allah lo bel 9ekka next to my car. For I have a secret pleasure I would like to confess: I am a middle aged grown up woman and I still love to kick high on the swings, kaifi :p

Do you like to swing?