Swing me, swing me, swing me round,
I don’t want my feet to touch the ground.
Swing me an hour, swing me some more,
swing me until a quarter past four.
Swing me till summer, swing me through fall,
I promise I’ll never get tired at all.
– Eve Merriam
18/52 – Oh, spring Saturday, how we enjoyed you. The park waited, but only briefly until shorts were found and SPF was applied. Once there, endless cartwheels were done, dogs and babies were watched, picnics were enjoyed and you swung until the world was dizzy.
