Authors Note: Here is a short story I wrote for a Wattpad contest in 2016, then later edited it and added more. Hope you enjoy!
My eyes fixated on an old wooden swing hanging from two frayed ropes knotted around a sturdy branch. Memories flashed through my mind. They were distant, like the horizon in an evening fog, but they existed. I could remember the feeling of the wind blowing through my hair and the world teetering around me from the swing as I first saw sky, then grass, then sky again. My tiny fingers clung around the scratchy ropes as I laughed and squealed while a pair of gentle hands pushed me higher and higher. It was a strain to look over my shoulder, but I would do it often to share my glowing smile with my mother.