My absolute favourite outdoor activity was swinging on my garden swing. It was given to me for my 5th birthday, it had a wooden seat and proper ropes suspending it from its shiny blue painted A frame. I loved playing on it, using it so often that I wore a bare patch in my dad's well tended lawn. The day I mastered being able to work myself higher and higher I was triumphant and felt as though I was flying! My favourite memory is of sitting on my swing in the sunshine (it's always sunny in good childhood memories isn't it!) waiting for my friends to come for my birthday party, I was probably about 7 but I can remember the feel, smell and colours of that day even down to the party dress I was wearing.
Years later, I still enjoy a playground swing, both with my own 3 children and now with my grandchildren, trying to teach them how to coordinate the push & pull process so that they too become masters of the skies. I have yet to find one of the modern baby swings where the adult and baby swing together, but I hope by the time my next grandchild arrives I will have tracked one down!
Meanwhile, in my own back garden, there is a patch of grass slightly more tired than the rest, just under our handy horizontal apple tree branch. It bears witness to the enthusiastic use of a plastic bucket swing seat from years gone by when my children and their friends would take it in turns to wear the bare patch ever deeper. The swing may have disappeared long ago, the branch certainly would not be trusted now, but the memories and marks remain if you know where to look.
And me? Two years ago I treated myself to a beautiful timber garden swing complete with wooden canopy and little shelves on the arms where I put my long cool drink! It's positioned facing south but sits in the dappled shade of the old apple tree and has become my favourite place in the garden and yes, the grandchildren love it too!