In my backyard there is a swing set. For years it was used constantly. I’d get home from school, drop my bags, and run.  Winter, summer spring, and fall I’d be outside, swinging. Those days are long gone.

        Empty swings. That’s all they are now. I’m too old, too busy, to take the time to enjoy a simple pleasure. I’m too old and too busy to play with toys. I’m just too old, too busy.

        My childhood is gone. It’s far behind me. All that’s left is a long winding road, full of unknowns… and empty swings.