There is no playground here where I am camped, but there are two swings…big sturdy swings on steel poles with heavy chain….uh….swing holders.
We walk by many times and they sway slightly in the small breeze, tempting me. Finally the temptation gets the best of me and I tie Joy and Shiloh to a nearby tree and sit on a swing. I grasp the chain links and they feel so familiar to my hands! It’s just like at my grade school where I often ran for the swings at recess.
Gosh, holding those sturdy links, I feel 10 years old again!
I push off with my feet and begin pumping my legs. I go higher and higher and the wind blows through my hair, back and forth. My smile is big. 🙂
The words to Robert Lewis Stevenson’s poem “The Swing” come into my mind:
“How do you like to go up in a swing
Up in the air so blue,
Oh I do think it the pleasantest thing,
Ever a child can do.
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside-
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown-
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down.”
“A child!” A wonderful part of me is still 10 years old!
One of my favorite things about getting older is that all of my previous ages are present within me. Part of me is still 5….still 10….still 15….and on it goes to 60, and now 65. Thankfully I am not just 65, I’m all of those ages and I can connect with them at will. And I do!…as I pump my legs into the air over and over again.
Life is good at age 10!
Later as we continue on our walk I realize I left the loaded doggie poop bag back at the swings. Back we go to pick it up and put it in the trash can because I’ve returned to adulthood and responsibility and being 65, which is fine, too. 🙂
But I touch those heavy chain links one more time, as the swing sways in the breeze. Maybe tomorrow I’ll let it tempt me again.