My most favourite sensation in the world is sitting on a swing, rocking back and forth, between the sky and ground until the line dividing them starts to blur.
When did we get so old? When did simple things start becoming ‘lame’? I’m not preaching, but I would choose the wind in my hair, making it stream behind me while I see sky, ground, sky, ground, over texting, gaming or going to concerts. Any day.
Because when you’re a kid, simple, little things are enough.
I wish they were still enough.