I pumped my legs back and forth on the swing, willing for me to go higher. A hysterical giggle slipped through my lips. I kicked harder until the height started to make me woozy and slowed down my pace slightly. I closed my eyes and threw my head back; my hair whipped against my back with each swing. I steadied my breathing and relaxed.
Freedom. I felt free. It was like all my worries slipped through the tips of my toes.
The depression, the thoughts of suicide, the calories, the eating disorder, it was all silenced. I could feel them standing in the back of my mind watching me swing like a mad man in awe. I had broken through all the horribleness, I had tapped into my natural instincts. I just wanted to rip off my clothes and run. Run and run and run until I couldn't possibly run anymore. I opened my eyes and stared up at the trees. They enlarged and shrank while I let a nervous laugh out. I felt slightly sick but I ignored it. I swung harder and imagined myself in the trees above me.
It's like I'm flying. I let my body relax further but kept my hands firmly gripped onto the chains. I'm flying among the trees with the birds; free as a bird. A flash of purple surprised me as my hair flew in front of my eyes. I flicked it back and moved myself upright on the swing. I continued to kick my legs furiously as I went higher and higher. I let my imagination run away and I imagined myself running through the woods surrounded in deers, running with the stampede. Running, running, running, pumping my legs harder and harder just wiling myself to move faster. Run from the lion. My breathing sped as the daydream ran into my reality. I kicked harder on the swing.
I threw my head back again and controlled myself as well as I could to not let a wild scream of joy escape myself.
Freedom. I smiled.