I taught my niece and nephew how to swing high. They lived far away, but when they'd visit on school holidays we bonded. They were like the brother and sister I never really had. They looked up to me, and it was my job to find the adventures. Days were full of fun and laughter, and there seemed to be no end, long summer days, dirty feet, fruit juice and play. Simple and sweet.
A swing is the ultimate symbol of childhood; ups and downs, and freedom and flight. Painted like an old black and white photo, part memory, part dream.