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Toes reach to the sky
Feeling weightless as you fall
Wishing time stood still
On Saturday I was swinging, on my own swing, right along side of Baby in the sunshine at Fowler Park.
I felt 6 years old again.
It was an awesome day.
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Looks like fun – I checked out your article. It is a bit north of us but we’ll have to add it to the list!
I love your blog! What happens when my little one (9 years old) stops swinging? I wont have an excuse to join him and sing! : ( Is that really your kitchen?
jenny at dapperhouse (from BV)
Thanks, Jenny! We can keep on swinging…no reason to stop. Ever.
And yes, that is really my kitchen.
That’s why I find it so easy to spend so much time there. 🙂
growing old is not an option nor a choice but staying young at heart is! c”,)
Such a great picture! I love the joy on her face! 🙂
Great photo. I don’t think you are ever too old to swing. My son laughs at me when I swing beside him at our local park, he thinks it’s funny and just for kids. I remind him that I’m just a big kid at heart. 🙂
What fun! I can swing for a little bit and then I start to get dizzy!