Swinging: A Retrospective

Beautiful brand-new spring day. This called for, of course, going to the park and pumping my legs off.

Which is not an uncommon occurence for me. I guess just not as common as it used to be...

I can't swing without reliving...

May 2008. Chasing a broken dream across Shawnee Mission, L and I searching for a park with two free swings, R painfully along for the ride.

August 2008. Bitching about the park's sand yet refusing an offer to be carried across it. Swinging for fun rather than for therapy. Returning the next day for the latter purpose.

Fall 2008. Swinging with A and L with me always singing "7 things." Just being Miley, pretty much. (Except for the time we went swinging hungover. BAD IDEA.)

your hair, your eyes, your old Levis, when we kiss I'm hypnotized