When I was a little girl, my Dad hung a big swing out behind our barn. It was amazing. In my memory that swing went so high and so far. I seem to remember being able to look down on the little creek that ran past our barn. My dad was a big strong person and he would hold on to the swing with me in it and run really fast under me. So, I would have a really great ride and it lasted and lasted.
I'll have to remind him of this memory. I only wish I could go back and do that again. What a thrill!
This is my cut paper version of that memory. Minus the creek. Oh, and I didn't wear pig tails I always had my hair in a pixie cut. Because my Mom said is was tons easier. But, pig tails are nice I think.
5 1/2 x 16 Cut Paper.
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