It never felt as hot back then, summer sun only dotted through nature’s shade, exploring “the world” with the best fashion show announcer. Even though I out-grew it, that little red swing was always hanging from a towering branch in the large maple just out the back patio.
I take the babies to the swing, talk about what the birds are saying, tell them the colors of the cars that drive by, narrate the sprinkler and the windchimes, and sing old songs.
The pitcher threw the ball and she attempted a swing at it with the bat, but the ball flew over her head. The umpire called it a strike. “But it was over my head, it should be a ball not a strike.” The umpire said, “You still swung at it. Poor judgement. It’s a strike.”
It never felt as hot back then, summer sun only dotted through nature’s shade, exploring “the world” with the best fashion show announcer. Even though I out-grew it, that little red swing was always hanging from a towering branch in the large maple just out the back patio.
I take the babies to the swing, talk about what the birds are saying, tell them the colors of the cars that drive by, narrate the sprinkler and the windchimes, and sing old songs.
The pitcher threw the ball and she attempted a swing at it with the bat, but the ball flew over her head. The umpire called it a strike. “But it was over my head, it should be a ball not a strike.” The umpire said, “You still swung at it. Poor judgement. It’s a strike.”