This week Pam asked me to go for a walk within Mt. Tabor. My legs were sore from playing tennis earlier, nevertheless I agreed to go. We climbed up hills, through the woods, walked up staircase after staircase. Then I saw it. A swing on a playground and an animal on a huge spring anchored to the ground-- the one that leans you forward and leans you back. I smiled, and I knew I was too big for that, but not the swing.
I immediately began thinking about when life was a little bit easier. No worries or concerns. My family had a swing set in our backyard, a basketball hoop, and a space big enough to play tag football. Pam continued walking and I veered off towards the swing. Pam said, "You want to swing?" And I said "Yes!"
As I began to gain momentum, pulling back and forth on those chains, I became parallel to the sky. I could hear the other children laughing on the playground. I used to laugh like that too. The sun beamed through the tree branches. Up, down, up, down. The wind cooled my face, and it felt like the world, as old Southern folks would say, "no ways" close to me. Freedom and lightness pounded my face like the wind. Harder and more forceful I pushed and pulled the chains, and my legs helped me project higher and higher into the air.
Did I dare to jump off the swing like I did as a child? To let go of the chains and sail through to air and land on the ground like an Olympian springing from a balance beam. I let go, and I sailed into the air and landed on the ground just like I did when I was a child. However, I realized my ankles were not as strong and supple as they used to be. The initial jolt surprised me and reminded me that times have changed, I am older, but the good memories will always remain. I smiled and grab Pam's hand.
Take a second and go back onto the playground and play to your hearts content.