Thursday, May 13, 2010

I'm 11 at heart.

I'm not going to lie... I crave swinging on my swing I made every second of every day.
It's just so much fun. The feeling of being able to defy gravity is amazing.
It's been my forever life long dream to fly. I have dreams I can fly sometimes.
I hope one day... whether it be this immediate life or not I will be able to fly.
Wouldn't mind transcending into a higher dimension already.
But also... the swing... I feel happiness when I'm there alone.
I literally laugh out loud. But I always then crave company, as happiness IS best when shared.
One day maybe I can find the perfect tree and just make it fun-central, swings, monkey-bars, hammocks, huts, flying-foxes and all sorts of fun. I mean REAL swings etc... not these crap plastic bullshit the council provide as 'fun'. Nothings fun unless there's a sense of danger involved. Nothing better than adrenaline pumping through your veins. Stupid society and it's fucking shit parents that take their child's bruised knee to court in exchange for money and no more fun for anyone.
Soon nothing will be allowed. Then maybe a revolution will occur and all the petty laws will be flipped upside down and good old fashioned fun would be re-introduced to the world.
I'm a dreamer.

1 comment:

Ashlea said...

you should come and live where i do we have more swings and climbing walls and high ropes and tree climbing than you can poke a stick at!

but besides that. you should come anyway.