Push back…..fly. Push back….fly. In the early 1900s an English engineer named Charles Wicksteed invented the swing.
As a child, my father would take us to City Park and I headed for the swing set. There were two long metal chains with the seat in the middle. My father would push me and I kept telling him, “Higher…I want to go higher.” Once, I fell off the swing and scraped my knees…but hey that’s what Band aids are for. Some kids stood up on the swing…that was way too adventurous for me.
When I traveled, I always asked my driver to take me to a park. Before you knew it I was swinging. There were young kids swinging along with me. They were probably thinking “What is this older guy doing swinging?”
When I was swinging, I looked up to the sky. The shape of the clouds fascinated me. I saw lips…cars..hearts…and faces. Oh look there is a cloud that looks like a daisy.
While swinging, I looked up and I saw airplanes…”Where are they going and who is on those planes?”
When I bought my home, I put up a white swing on ropes. I would sit on the swing as the wind kissed my face. There was such freedom in going back and forth. I would think of absolutely nothing.
On many nights after dinner I would get on the swing. I could see the stars. There was the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper and of course the moon. Sometimes the moon winked at me.
Later, I bought some rocking chairs to put on my front porch. Many times, I would fall asleep in the rocking chair.
When was the last time you were on a swing.? They are not just there for kids. They are there for all of us. Never lose that kid inside of you.
Maybe you swung on a tire. Was it Goodyear? Was this tire on a big truck and where did that tire go before it hung on a tree?
Make time to go to the park….and swing . Look up in the sky ….look at the clouds. Wait is that a plane? Where is that plane going and who is on that plane? Would you like to swing on a star carry moonbeams home in a jar…
