There’s nothing quite like a swing. I used to push my grandchildren until my arms would be sore the next day. Now they don’t need me to push them any more!
When we recently visited Kansas, this swing is in the backyard of the little two-bedroom house my husband and his eight siblings grew up in. Good thing they had a large basement that could hold beds for the boys. 🙂 And, it is a sad state of affairs when the grandkids don’t need a push anymore. But, we do have lots of good memories from taking the time to spend with them.
I loved that time growing up. I would swing away and just enjoy being outdoors. : )
There is definitely something therapeutic about swinging whether the swing is an old fashioned, hand made one like this or the expensive ones of today.
This reminds me of the time my sisters and I decided to make our own swing set out of broomsticks and rope. Grandpa saw our clumsy efforts and offered to buy us a real one. Mother declined because she thought we’d get hurt. Compare your picture to the elaborate “jungle gyms” that kids have in their backyards now. I think I’d like this simple swing much better!
no better toy in summer than a swing 🙂
I remember there was a playground near my kids’ day care when they were little. After picking them up we would go there so I could push them in the swing. Thanks for bringing back those memories.
What a wonderful picture and it does just make memories come swelling up. We are never to old to swing!
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