So last weekend the boy and I went to the park, and for the first time in a long time I hopped on the swing. Now I know a simple swing set might now seem like much fun, but when I was a kid, there is nothing I love more than swinging. I used to try to push my little legs as hard as I could so that I could touch the sky. My sister would tease me, but I didn’t let it deter me. I could spend hours on that swing pushing, and pushing, and pushing… I’m older now, and I know that it is physically impossible to touch the sky. But as soon as I got on the swing last weekend, none of that matter. I pushed my legs as hard as I could just like old times. I still didn’t touch the sky, but I doubt I ever stop trying.