The swing set sisters.

The swing set.

This is from my point of view.

I push my hair out of my face,as I kick my legs to go higher on the swing.I see the ground below me,the sky above,and my little sister swing on the swing set beside me on my left.

I hear the childrens shrieks of cheer as they run and play with one another.I watch from the swing set,where my sister and I reside.I see the tree's leaves and cars pass from the safety of the swing set with my sister.

I take breathes of air...and watch from afar,to afraid and anxiety ridden to talk to the children far younger than I.So I swing with my sister,as we speak to each other,in such hushed voices,they can hardly be called whispers.The winds flow past us,as we swing together,holding hands

And there you go! Hopefully you enjoy it!