A simple little swing. A round board on a long thick rope dangles from the tree. A boy climbs aboard.
Daddy push me faster.
At its apex, he can almost touch the leaves and he is...swinging through trees on vines, he reaches for the next, racing monkeys to the watering hole. Trumpeting triumphantly at their approach, a family of elephants pauses in their march. Primal bellows echo from his chest as he clears the last tree, diving for the lake below.
Daddy do a blast off.
Firm hand push him forward, extending to their zenith, before letting him go. Plunging backward, caught at the last minute by the swing he is...rocketing through the atmosphere on his way to discover new worlds. Stars wink as they flash by and he loops passed Saturn's rings. Chasing comets he woops with joy.
Daddy make me go higher.
Open air rushes passed and he is...an eagle, wings outstretched catching an updraft. Circling round and round, high above tall trees and snow covered mountains. Surveying the horizon, the world looks so small compared to the heights of his play ground.
Children look at the simple and see untapped potential and opportunity. Their eyes see beyond the veneer or dust and see what could be, not what is. A simple swing becomes the gateway to adventure. Simple people become their friends. Why can't life stay so simple?