Swinging so high on a summer’s day feels almost like flying. You let your legs float in front of you as the swing swoops backwards, the purple patterns of your tights tracing their length. The breeze passes through the crocheted loops and lines, your skin delighting in the idyllic weather. The skirt of your sundress flutters about your feet, while your schoolyard sneakers sweep the woodchips with each swing. Childhood memories flood your mind as you imagine taking off into the sky!
Swinging so high on a summer’s day feels almost like flying. You let your legs float in front of you as the swing swoops backwards, the purple patterns of your tights tracing their length. The breeze passes through the crocheted loops and lines, your skin delighting in the idyllic weather. The skirt of your sundress flutters about your feet, while your schoolyard sneakers sweep the woodchips with each swing. Childhood memories flood your mind as you imagine taking off into the sky!