I'm fascinated by my father. He makes the best burgers and steak, tells the best stories and the corniest jokes, fixes anything and everything and has the most generous heart I know.
He used to push me high up in the air on the handmade swing in our front yard, reciting what he could remember of "The Swing" by Robert Louis Stevenson. I love you, dad!
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside--
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown--
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
River and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside--
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown--
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
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