My swing

In life, although who you are, what you do, where you are, sometimes, you will feel tired. You just want to give up everything, come back our own peaceful place to keep our soul calm down. For each one, that peaceful place may be a small garden, a rock top in seaside or their small warm house. And for me, that is the swing under the lemon tree.
That swing was the birthday present that my father gave me when I was 4. For me, that is a great gift because at that time sitting on a swing was my hopeless. My swing isn’t a normal one. It was made from a big wheel and was bound by 2 big ropes. To decorate it and make more interest for me, dad hung some plastic nut on the ropes. So it looks very beautiful. Surround the wind, much kind of flowers was grown. When they bloom, natural flavor makes me feel very comfortable. Every time sitting on the swing I always have special feeling, peaceful and relived. When I have some sadness such as: bad mark or arguing with friend. I often come to swing’s place. While I swing, I tell it everything as confiding with a close friend. Although it can’t talk but it seems always understand, sympathy and encourage me. It like a good friend always listens closely and never complains.
Now, I am living far from my swing, I can’t come there frequently but I always remember it as a close friend and a peaceful place of my life.