Monday, May 16, 2011

My Old Tire Swing

While visiting my brother's house (which was my childhood home), I took a moment to reminisce back to this old tire swing. I spent many days swinging back and forth under this old oak as a child. I sat in it, I sat on top of it, I laid through it like an airplane, I stood on it. I played alone on it and with my next-door neighbor/BFF/boyfriend, Chris Talbert. My Daddy hung that swing about 25 years ago. I looked up at that old rope to see it had embedded itself into the tree. It had become a part of the tree, just as that swing is part of my soul, my childhood, my innocence.


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