...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...
Ramblings of a 60 Year Old Man - My thoughts on just about anything, in no particular order; Robert Thomas - author.
Hope you can still count to 1000. Memory becomes a problem with those your age.
ReplyDeleteHave you taught them yet to jump off with roller skates on their feet to see hw far they could go? Don't forgot the wights on either end to keep it from tipping over. Oh - and avoid the rose bush at all costs!
ReplyDeletehe better not!!!^^
ReplyDeleteBut it really was fun!!! Except, Bob and I were usually the weights on the A-frame ends, as we were the youngest. You should try it sometime - hitting the trees with your feet at the schoolyard wasn't nearly as much fun. Oh, and it mostly requires an all-dirt backyard to be really effective for distance. the grass slows you down.
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