Every since I was little I've loved swinging. Maybe it's the squeak of the rusty chains rubbing back and forth, or maybe it's the wing rushing through my hair. Perhaps it's the way my toes feel as if they were touching the sky, or the way my stomach drops when I swing back down.
Most of all though, I think it's that I get a tiny glimpse of flying. I've always wanted to fly, and swinging sort of fulfills that wish. I wonder if when we get to heaven, we'll be able to fly.