We moved in about a month ago, and the very first thing we did was put in a tree swing in the back. Well, not we exactly....my monkey husband who climbed 30 feet up a tree and even chopped off a huge limb (in his dress shirt and slacks mind you....it was that urgent!) to give the rope maximum swinging power. My kids have spent hours on this thing. It reminds me of this print, but with much more action. And it makes me so happy to see them swinging up to the sky without a care in the world. And somehow when I watch, I remember my carefree moments as a child, and realize that they aren't so far away. Better yet, they can still be had....mixed with the typical mothering-worries of course....but there are so many moments of bliss in every day. I am thankful for reminders from a tree swing.