A brisk Tuesday afternoon, belly full of sugar, nap time right around the corner. The bell rings. “Recess time,” my favorite part of the day. Eyes on the play house, body pulls me towards the swing sets. Compulsion takes over. I give in. I settle in and accept, then start to kick my feet. I’m swinging. Feels like I’m flying. The wind in my hair, not a care in the world, only thing on my mind is if I can touch my feet alllllllll the way to the top of the tree! I did by the way,well with one eye closed squinting of course. Is this what freedom feels like? To go back to that little blue school, to that little blue swing-set to feel that feeling of freedom again, Well I would give anything to travel back in time.