I found this poem by Robert Louis Stevenson in a book I've been using for my art and I fell it love with it. I loved to swing when I was a child and this poem so sums up the feelings of childhood. My dad had made a swing set in our backyard and I'm sure many night that is where my mother would find me. I remember the cool breeze on my face and the wonderful sensation swinging would bring to my tummy. Oh to be young again!
Here is a picture of me in 1963 in our backyard swinging! That's my Mom & Dad in the background. I have no idea who would have taken this picture. Maybe my sister.