It's amazing how your childhood never really leaves your soul. It holds on to you with power and might..and all it takes is a vacant swing to pull you right back in..feeling the air on your skin and the sky above you. Seeing the clouds move in ardent beauty..and appreciating every last second of it..enjoying the river as it flows down..past a town..into time..as the sun beats down on the wake of the boats. The water is warm on your feet as the rocks are somewhat slimy to the touch, but it doesn't matter right now as i have not a care in the world.