The Swing

Out behind my house, there is a row evergreen trees. In the middle of the row, there is a small opening with a swing roped to the tall evergreens. Sitting in that swing, I can see my house with lights shining through the windows. When I sit there, looking down past the rows of trees and far into the distance, I realize that this place is mine. It is important to me because it is associated with so many memories, it gives me a place to be alone, and it gives me a chance to be outside with nature.

I have grown up living in that same house my whole life, and that swing has been there for as long as I can remember. I have so many memories of that place. Some of my best memories have been there. Even now it is comforting to sit there because it reminds me of those times. However, memories of my friends are not the only memories that place holds. Growing up, I have spent time there with both friends and family. I even have memories of sitting there alone, in a black and white dress, just swinging happily.

In fact, being alone is one of the reasons I go there so much. Having time alone is very important to me. It gives me a chance to think clearly without being interrupted. It seems as if there are now fewer and fewer places where that is possible. No one can bother me there. No one can yell at me, argue with me, or annoy me at all. I guess this place helps to keep me from going crazy. I think everyone needs some time alone. I know I do.

Another wonderful quality about my spot on that swing is the fact that it is outside. It is out