Swing Swong

This is grandson on holidays at the beach. He loves playgrounds and he loves to swing. I misappropriated this photo from my daughter's facebook because grandson just looks so happy! Some of the comments her friends made about this photo got me thinking. I never was much of a kid for playgrounds (weird, huh?). However, I did love to swing. When I was really young I remember swinging and singing. Same thing happens when I go bike riding. I don't mean to sing, it just happens, because when I'm happy I have to sing. My swing song from an early age was "swing, swong, swing, swong, swing....." well, you get the picture! I remember that I loved to swing because my imaginary friends also loved to swing and we would all sing the song and talk together too whilst on the swings. (Even more weird! In fact I would get upset if anyone else got on the (empty) swing) Did you have imaginary friends? I had two. Dingdong and Gandal. I had them from a very young age hence the seriously weird names (that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!). I guess it is kind of weird to have imaginary friends and they certainly never seemed imaginary to me. They were part of the family. They went everywhere with us! Okay, embarassing admission number 58,000! What is it about this blog that makes me admit such weird things? Back to your regularly scheduled blog now.