Theme Thursday - Swing

One of my few memories of being a small child in Louisiana is of swinging. I must have been about four or five years old and at a day care. I remember an overcast sky against the silvery green of the trees with moss hanging from the bows. I remember swinging. My legs would pump and I would go higher and higher. I would call to Teacher to look at me. "See me, Teacher! Wee!" I called. Then, I remember a silly thing. I remember smiling so big that my eyes got sort of squinty. Then, I thought to do something that gave me such a thrill. I closed my eyes. What a huge rush that was for such a small child. I remember feeling so excited to be flying through the air behind the darkness of my eyelids.

It's an interesting exercise to try to put words to something I experienced as a child. An experience that, as a child, I didn't have words for. There wasn't a need for language then. There was just the moment and the sensations associated with pumping your legs while sitting on a piece of rubber hanging from chains hanging from a metal frame. That's a lesson for me to remember today, I think. Put the words away for a moment and just experience the sensation of now.