As a child I dreamt of a swing on a hill

Growing up I loved swings. As my daughter does now. I loved to close my eyes and feel my stomach rise up into my chest, that nauseating, wonderful feeling. How I imagined flying to feel like. Now I only feel nauseated, but the enjoyment I get from watching and listening to my daughter be completely at one with the swing is better than anything.

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