Today I am officially ticking off another item on my 30 before 3o list,
18. Play on a swing.
Technically I could have called this complete back in January when I took these photos on a trip to the park with a 6 year old friend. But, I preferred to wait. To fulfil the spirit of this item. To play.
To fly as high as I was game.
And the other week I did just that. Swinging my legs, leaning back and looking at the sky. Flying. Love that sensation, that freedom.
While I was swinging, a quite dour-looking older woman walked along the path right by the swing-set. As she approached, she looked up at 29 year old me playing on the swings. And she smiled.
Never let ourselves think we are too old to play. To fly.
