Come Alive

When I was little, I had a swing set in my backyard. I loved this swing set, because during the summer when the days were sunny, and the clouds were white like cotton, I would go out and swing. When I got high enough in the air, I would lean my head back and close my eyes and fly backwards. It was like flying only you were still on the ground. I would open my eyes and see everything upside down. The wind from the swing flowing through you tangled hair, as the world just faded away for a while. When I was little, this is what made me feel alive. As I got older, I spent less and less time on that swing set, and finally my dad took it to dump because no one used it anymore. I still remember that feeling even today I get that feeling from writing. When I write, I open my soul to everything around me. I don't feel the world around me, it's just me, my pen, and paper. There is no greater feeling than getting a compliment on my writing, or knowing that I've done a fabulous job. I sometimes miss my swing set, and the magical summer days I spent flying away on them to some far off place, but I remind myself that I have something else to make me feel the same way those swings did.