i skip down my street, walk on sidewalks like balance beams, but my favorite: swing. maybe it's because i can't do it everywhere.
one of my friends told me how a few years ago she would go out to the lake almost every night after dinner. so far this year, i started that tradition and i love it. i've had limited days so far, but i'll go out and read, talk on my phone, people watch, whatever i feel like on that day. but i always wrap up my trip (across the street) with swinging.
it takes me back to our house we lived in from when i was 1ish-like 3rdish grade. we lived across from the park and swings! i remember making jeff (and probably karen too) give me lots of underdogs. (i was a little brat. i watch home videos of myself and feel embarrassed for my 5 year old self.) there i looked at at lots of trees and hills and baseball fields and a soccer field. here i look out at belmont harbor and the lake and very expensive boats. so different, but i still feel the wind as i push up higher and higher. that's the important part that needs to be the same.
and now i get a lot of stares, which i understand. they don't bother me though. don't worry i'm not a jerk. if a kid comes up while i'm there i'll leave. i won't make them wait for a swing.
sometimes it's hard to grow-up, even as i cling to a few things that help me feel like a kid.
i mean i have to start thinking about retirement! unbelievable. which, by the way, is super de duper confusing. i really need to figure out all the lingo.
i have to buy tires... for my bike of course.
it's a hard place to be sometimes.
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