In my backyard there is a big silver maple tree taller than our house. When we moved there my dad put up a tree swing, hugging the tree he tied the long rope on to a sturdy branch up high. Me and my siblings watched from below looking up at our dad who was hidden in the leaves. He came down and got a wooden plank and tied it to the end of the rope as a seat. My brothers and I put barrels in the yard to swing to and from. We would make up tricks and spins swinging from barrel to barrel. I have so many memories of me flying through the air and spinning like the seeds from the tree. Our neighbors would come over and there would be a line of all of us waiting to go. Sometimes my dad would push me and I would go so high I could see all the way to the alley, flying down having that weightless feeling and going straight back up was the best. It felt like all the thoughts in my head would go away and I would be just in the moment. Now the wooden plank is smooth and the rope has been replaced. The barrels have holes in them and now are painted in bright colors. I don't go to it much now but sometimes I will and it fills my mind with memories.

– NG

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