When we installed a swing between our living room and dining room, I knew I’d like it, and I suspected it would be fun for others. When I swing, I feel carefree and happy. It’s not possible to fret or worry when you’re pumping on a swing. Or frown. Think about it. Have you ever seen anyone on a swing frowning? And the breeze you create as you whoosh! back and forth is fun.
Last summer when Ed’s son, Wil, made it almost up to the ceiling, for safety our worried contractor replaced the red rope with a sturdier red metal chain.
This past week when my husband’s family was visiting, which included 6 grandchildren, the swing was in use non-stop. As soon as one child got off, another jumped on.
There were numerous favorite moments: Cassie, our granddaughter, kept pumping until she made it all the way up to the rafters. I especially like the exuberant photo of Cassie flying all the way up because none of the other family members are paying attention. It’s just Cassie having fun, as usual.
The kids invented many variations: swinging standing up, swinging duo—Cassie and her cousin, Myles—and they even tied a favorite stuffed bear to the swing!
It's curious that other home-owners with high ceilings rarely install a swing. They cost next to nothing--a chain, a wooden seat--and they furnish endless entertainment and recreation. So much more fun than than just another chair or couch. Don't you think?
