...Carry moonbeams home in a jar...?
(note to MegaByte) those are the opening two lines to an old-time song that your mother likely still knows. Ask her.)
That popped into my head this evening as I played with our Wonderful Grandchildren. We were in the neighbor's yard, the Grandchildren were playing on the swingset, and I was taking turns pushing them on the swing. WGGS#1 wanted me to push him higher and faster so that he could touch the sky, and WGGD#1 wanted the same, so she could jump over the house! Ahh...the stress-free life of a 4 1/2 and 2 1/2 -year old! (And #3 is on the way!)
The excitement and sheer joy they had on the swings took me back to my Oakwood days, where doing nothing but swinging on a swing for long stretches was something I loved to do. I frequently stayed on the swing until I had counted to 999, and then on the 1,000th time swinging forward I would push that much harder, to get as high as I possibly could, before jumping off and trying to land without tumbling into the dirt. As often as not I then got back on the swing and repeated the entire procedure.
I think I will look around for a park that has a swing sturdy enough to hold me...