I miss those days…

I miss those days when my only worry in life was how high I was going to be able to go on the swing the next day. The only thing I eagerly waited for was that time alone on the swing at dusk, cool breeze blowing, standing up on that swing one last time and trying my best to maneuver it as high as possible. It wasn’t carefreeness or carelessness, just a comforting feeling that after that I got to go home to my mom and dad. I am thankful for that time, that childhood. Thank you mom, thank you dad, for I shall cherish that time forever and I have only you to thank for it.