I was looking back at some old photo albums and theres a few pictures of me and and my neighbors at 10 years old swinging on the tire swing. I know the swing is still back there, just no one gets on it anymore. It's sad and then I realized that life is alot like that old tire swing.
We play with it everyday, gambling to jump or stay on and eventually we think we've gotten to old and realize that we grew up so we leave it alone. But why? If I didn't have to go to work in a little bit I know I'd go see if she was home and go swing on it for old times sake. Even if the rope broke and I got a few scratches from landing on the dirt I wouldnt care, It's the fact that I've left a huge part of my childhood hangin from a rope in a tree. Maybe tonight after work I'll go find a playground with some of my friends and play on the jungle gym until the wee hours of the morning, gah I do miss those days. When did I grow up?
