Today I went on a swing after about 25 years. I felt a little foolish, a grown-up trespassing in kiddy-land. Hesitantly, I sat down. Pushed the ground away with my feet. Gentle at first, I slowly increased the momentum. I was soaring high now. So high that I could see till the edge of the lake in front of me. See the tops of the farthest houses. See the birds make a graceful V shape in the horizon. I felt free; I felt released. Nothing was tying me down.
After about ten minutes, I reluctantly stopped. I looked around for any possible witnesses. Seeing none, I grinned and started walking towards home. Maybe I’ll do this again tomorrow, I thought.