Grandma's swing

 The Swing:

Out back there was a magical swing, it could take you to the beautiful blue sky with white fluffy cotton balls. my hair would fly forward and back again. there wasn't a care in my world. The landing was amazing. Under the swing was so well wore the dirt was like baby powder, I still remember the feel of it today.

The grass is not wore yet. And now I'm the grandma hoping my Grands enjoy the magic of The Swing.