Summers Past

I heard an old song on the radio. "Nobody." I think somebody named Sylvia sang it. Do you remember it? Well, there is at least one person in my world who does. My cousin, Crystal, and I think of her every time I hear that song. She and I are just a few months apart in age and have always been good friends. In the summers, my brother Jeff and I would spend a week at my grandparents. Crystal and her sister Nicole lived just up the road so we saw them every day, for most of the day.
I have such great memories of our summers together. Crystal and I would spend a lot, and I mean a lot, of time swinging. Papa had hung two swings from trees up on a hill. We'd take a radio up and sing. We loved the song "Just a Swangin." I don't know if that's how you spell it but that's what is sounds like.
We'd dance with brooms, eat ice cream cones, make Chef Boyardee pizzas (Jeff seemed to be the best at this), skate, wait for Papa to come home and take us all in the back of his truck to get candy and soda, catch lightning bugs. And at the end of the day, we were in no way allowed to get into Grandma's beds without first washing our dirty feet in the bathtub.
I hope my children have special memories of their time playing up there, running in the same yard, enjoying the same views.
Sweet times.

The view from where the swings used to be. I am amazed at how the scenery has changed, how the trees have grown. I guess it has been over 20 years!

A tree stump from one of the "swing trees"