"Run....
deyh, run! Was pretty much what I heard every evening. Colour and grass was my
frame, growing up in front of a playground. Be it praying for rain, just so the
slide would turn into a lagoon ride or hoping, "5 more minutes ma" becomes
an hour, the playground was where I found peace.
From the
see-saw, to the twisted coloured slide and the monkey bars, there was something
about them being placed on green grass that made it a haven of a play-pin. Add
the "Swing" to the grass, and you have a "playground".
Nowadays
coloured, was just a brown, faded piece of wood, attached to two long
chains from the side that is hung from a horizontal bar, is the highlight of an
otherwise colourful field. Close your eyes and try to imagine a playground
without a swing?
The
"Swing" is the simplest piece of machinery that draws the young and
the old to the playground. The young usually jump in for a roller coaster
"swing", measuring their level of competency with children their age.
The old, walk in the playground and choose to "sit" on the swing,
sometimes for hours. Usually to spy on their little ones, the playground has
become a place to think for them as well.
Be it
"sit" or "swing", the swing has an unconscious effect on us, regardless of our age. So next time you find yourself in a playground, "sit" or
"swing" yourself, either way you are spellbound.
