How would 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! Robert Louis Stevenson poem "The Swing". The very first poem I memorized and recited in school.
Remember the feeling of swinging high in the air. So high, that there's that little jump as you leave your seat for just a moment. The thrill of your heart pounding, and your breath quickening. You can't help but smile, because you feel so alive and free.