My swing

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...Its about a swing?...

Submitted: March 16, 2007

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Submitted: March 16, 2007



Sometimes I think about this swing I had when I was a little kid. I can't say it was an exceptional swing just in my eyes it seemed to be. I would swing for hours at a time just to catch a glimpse of the horizon. If I swung high enough I could see over all the trees, houses, powerlines over anything and everything. I could see this mass of blue sky that just seemed to hug the earth. It seemed to engulf it almost swallow it whole. The entire world seemed to barely be hanging on...every moments away from being swallowed alive....staring at that horizon my worries seemed to float away. letting my mind be free from its childish fears....God I loved my swing...

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