I remember spending hours on my swing, ropes instead of chains, of course. Daydreaming. We lived on a farm for the first few years of my life, while my parents were together, and all of my happy memories were spent outdoors... on my swing, in my playhouse, in the barnyard following my dad. Great memories.
Another great passion....I've really forgotten how many I had.....this theme has opened up some memories! Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteWe had a swing set. I hung from the bars pretending I was Tarzan.
ReplyDeleteoh the wind in my hair trying to touch the sky...great memories, thanks!
ReplyDeleteI really identify with this passion....an old oak tree, a board, some green paint and a couple of chains.....hours of fun - and this shot is just fantastic!
ReplyDeleteI love this shot, reminds me of my Dad too, Our swing was an old tire on a rope over the Oak tree. Cherish your memories.
ReplyDeleteThere's no greater life than being a kid on a farm! I loved swinging. It was my favorite thing on the playground at school and I would go soooo high. I still love to swing and amaze my grandkids with how high I go!
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