"You Make Me Swing So High That I Could Touch The Sky"...

This afternoon, my roommate (Lara) and I went to the Sand Bar to tan after class. Towards the end of our 4 hours of being there, we decided to play on the little playground. A little boy saw us swinging on the swings and the second my roommate went off of hers to try the monkey bars, he jumped right in. As I was getting up ready to leave and jump in the water, the little boy asks me if I could push him on the swing. He had to of been at least 4 years old; he was so stinkin adorable!

As I was pushing him on the swings...I started to think of the times when my parents would take me to the park and push me on the swings. I remember feeling like I was flying in the sky and that I could reach the stars! As this little boy told me to push him harder and harder so he could go higher, it made me smile because of the excitement he was getting as he was going higher in the sky. To hear his laughter and his chants telling me "higher, higher!"...was the best part of going to the Sand Bar today. Yeah, I got a really good tan, got to hang out with friends, jump off the diving board and relax...but the experience I had with that little boy was definitely the highlight. To know that I contributed to that little boy having a blast at the Sand Bar...I would do that all over again for him.

You know, I thought I was ok and that I was getting over it...but seeing the situation in person just brought back all the emotions I thought I had left behind and forgotten. You were starting to go slower...don't think I didn't notice.


Liv