Ah, back and forth I swing. :) I miss that feeling. When I was so young and free on that damn swing set out at recess. It was strangely theraputic. I was a terribly lonely child... but it never really bothered me exactly. I would swing and feel the air rushing through my hair and whipping about my face and the sun warming my body... I was such a big hippie. I loved the quiet of the outdoors, the sounds of nature. That swing was the spinning world and I was a little bird just happy to be flying in it. Then one day, when I had swung as high as I could, I let go. I flew through the air until I came crashing down again. I began to notice how lonely I was. I started being more social. I stopped swinging. Now the loneliness aches and the quiet feels empty. I reach out for the something I felt as a child and get nothing but the longing to feel what I once did. The magic that once came to me so easily is slowly slipping... I haven't been on a swing for almost three years. I want my innocence back.