While spending time with my relatives yesterday, I saw boxes and boxes of tiles in my grandaunt’s kitchen. I thought these will be used for the cemetery but it seems like they were building an apartment complex to be used for renting.

Anyway…

It was a bittersweet day for me, listening to my grandaunt ask me to stay for lunch when the day was almost over makes me long to cry in front of her. I can’t of course because I know that if I do so, all the more that she will feel sad.

I do not particularly like the thought of getting old but I know all of us will go that way. I know I have to make the most while I still got time to enjoy life and living it to the fullest.

On our way home, we did something unusual. I was not able to enjoy it the way I would have wanted to but the fact that the children loved what we did makes me happy too.

As a child, I remember going to the park at the plaza, the one in front of the church. My favorite spot was where the swings were located. I loved sitting on the swing, holding on tightly to the chains and kicking the ground to hoist myself up and down, feeling the wind on my face and on my hair.

Didn’t Robert Louis Stevenson write in a poem The Swing:

How do you like to go up in a swing?
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!

I would like to have my own garden one day with wooden swing sets. Even if I would not be able to swing as swiftly and as strong as I used to, I would still sit on my swing and spend quiet moments with my love ones. I have seen several gardens where there are wooden swing sets which are just there as decorations and this saddens me so. Swings should be sat on, used and not used as decorations.

Would you like to sit on a wooden swing?