“Push me faster!” she demanded as I gently pushed the swing. When she swung back to me, I grabbed her and lifted as high as I could, pushing with all my strength. This sent her rocketing toward the sky with great squeals and laughter.
“Now you’re the fastest swinger in the world,” I laughed with her.
“Do it again,” she pleaded.
I wanted to scream, “No, you’re going to fast. Life is too fast.” But she wouldn’t have heard me. The young can’t hear such words. I pushed. She soared.
“I like faster,” she cried hair flowing in the wind.
“Now you’re the fastest swinger in the world,” I laughed with her.
“Do it again,” she pleaded.
I wanted to scream, “No, you’re going to fast. Life is too fast.” But she wouldn’t have heard me. The young can’t hear such words. I pushed. She soared.
“I like faster,” she cried hair flowing in the wind.
5 comments:
Beautiful. Thank you.
Yep that is her motto. Faster and faster she wants to go. I keep saying slow down it is all going too fast. Especially tomorrow.
Just wait until she wants to do back flips out of the swing while up in the air! haha Or maybe kids don't do that anymore?! I don't know how on earth I never got hurt.......
Swinging is so much fun, it's a very liberating activity :o)
Absolutley great 100 words. I love it.
The young never do hear the words of caution. They have not been hurt yet. Not really. At least that is our plan.
Nice post.
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