| Eyes closed. Listening to the creak of the lonely swings moving listlessly in the breeze. Legs straight out. Flying up and away. Curled back. Pumping up, into the sky once more. Brassy little boys waiting to the very last minute when the outstretched rope reaches it precipice before launching. Airborne body twisting out through the space to land on the grass and claim the title of farthest jump. Under ducks from the bigger kids creating squeals of laughter and fright. Tiny feet digging trenches with the tips of their toes in an attempt to slow down the ride. Reminiscing. . |  |
|
8 Comments
8/30/2016 02:46:01 am
beautiful, vivid.
Steve West
8/30/2016 03:10:16 pm
I can remember launching for a swing. 8/30/2016 03:41:21 pm
Me too until someone broke an arm and the teacher's said, "No more."
Charli Mills
8/30/2016 07:28:44 pm
A memory I think we can all feel. I tried swinging when I visited my eldest in Michigan last May and I don't recall my hips hurting when I was a kid! But I love that airborne feel. Were you a champion jumper? 8/30/2016 07:49:55 pm
A champion jumper, I was not. My were small jumps with short legs. My goal was only to make it out past the trench. My urge to live on the edge, flying through the air to places and spaces beyond did not come until I was older. 8/31/2016 04:21:44 am
Ah yes. Close the eyes and go back, way back. It's so good to have those memories. You created a vivid picture. 9/1/2016 08:51:09 am
It's funny how a few words take us to places we have forgotten about. Closing the eyes brings back the old movies from storage vault in the brain. Leave a Reply. |
99 WORDS A page to share creativity in 99 words - no more and no less.
Archives
April 2023
Categories
All
|
RSS Feed