Treasure from the Past: 


"The Swing" by Robert Louis Stevenson
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do.
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside.
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown:
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down. 

I remember as a child the thrill of 'going on the swings'. Whether it was the local park or playground at school...or even in our backyard....the swing was pretty cool for a kid in my day!  You hang on tight while someone pushes you and feel your stomach tighten as you go higher and higher.  Pretty soon you learn how to 'push'yourself using momentum, similar to the back and forth of the pendulum on one of those old fashioned clock's.  I sat in a swing only last week...we have one attached to a tree in our front garden...I didn't even try going high; I just sat there and softly glided through the crisp morning air...'up in the air and down'.