A rite of passage

I had a quick walk to the local park today because a) I need to start breaking in my boots for Iceland and b) I wanted to try my new camera. My fingers were freezing after only 10 minutes so this will have to suffice from a deserted playground.

I always remember the swings as a rite of passage, the moment when you can no longer get your legs in and the big girl swings await! 

It's always scary to step away from something that offers security, but if you don't, you might never get to swing quite as high!

Quote for today:
The world is a playground, and life is pushing my swing.
- Natalie Kocsis