Somewhere out there is a swing that misses you.
-Doe Zantamata
I found these old rusty swings at Pryce Memorial Gardens when my childhood friends and I went for a jog early in the morning. It was 4 am when we started. Seeing these swings reminded me of my childhood days when all I got to do is play and play and play. Oh, the memories never fade. Can I experience being a child again? Even just for a day haha.
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