Swinging.

I miss the days when life was simple. When you didn't have to worry or wonder about hidden motivations or deceptions - you were just a kid without major responsibilities or problems and you could just go about your life, which consisted of at it's most stressful, trying to decide between the swings or the slide at the park.

I remember an entire childhood summer spent hanging out with a friend at the park behind my home. We'd call each other up and say one simple word: "Park?", and that would be the entire conversation. I'd rush out to the park and we'd meet up at the swing set. He and I would sit on those swings and talk all afternoon and evening. It was a good summer.

Maybe I should go to the park this weekend - swing on the swings until they're so high that my stomach flutters as I plummet back toward the ground and am caught by the chains.

Yes, this weekend, I'm swinging :P