Friday, April 19, 2013

100-Word Memoir: The Tire Swing

It was the only “just because” gift I ever asked for: “Daddy, can I have a tire swing?” 

He said, “Sure.” I was stunned, because I thought he’d say no.

We drove to Wal-Mart and picked out a plastic tire. He hung it from the maple in our side yard. Every week I spent hours in motion, breathing in honeysuckle breezes, swinging up to kick the tree’s outermost twigs, singing nursery rhymes and DC Talk beneath a mosaic of silver-green and blue.

I never asked for another gift. In my mind, I had everything I could ever want.


1 comment:

  1. This speaks more about the character of the daughter than of the dad. : )