So a little piece of my childhood sits with this swing here. It was amidst the weeping willow branches that you would find me deep in the backyard, singing songs to myself, creating pieces of poetry and fantasy stories...it was my little slice of serenity and silence.
But as I grew older, the swinging and the singing became less and less - my imagination taken up by more youthful distractions.
There's a sense of loss there, a reality where adulthood takes upon a different load of responsibilities, a different form of distractions. Adulting is the reality now, and it sometimes really sucks!! Are you with me?? And on days like these, I wish to be a child again - carefree, whispering sweet wishes among the weeping willows.
For now, I will let my mind become distracted with this memory, and relive that time again through the stories now created by my little girls. Twas the tale of a girl, a swing and a tree.