inner ears

I swung on a swing today. The sun was setting, I kicked off my flips and started pumping. I always forget that you really do get high just by pumping your legs, leaning your body into the fall and rise; in the beginning the going is just so slow. However, you certainly do get to flying.

I've always suffered from motion sickness. Carnival rides were always enjoyable, though I often payed for them, doubled over in front of a trash can filled with cotton candy holders, popcorn bags and elephant ear wax paper. When I went to mexico and was fortunate enough to take the seas in a yacht, I became so sick I was nearly unable to enjoy myself. Green as you've ever seen a redhead, I was feeding the fish until we returned to the bay.

For the first time in my life, swinging has to be added to the list of things that make my stomach drop. Flying back and forth, I began to think that I was so much better adjusted when I was young. OH the thoughts thought when swinging.

We pride ourselves in maturing with age. More emotionally mature, we think through situations and pride ourselves in being so well suited to the world. Pishaw. That's why we need psychiatrists (I think everyone should be in therapy), take sleeping pills, and have troubling keeping people close. Children are ahead of the game. They're not even playing. Maybe a little regression wouldn't be bad in many cases. I will never again wear pigtails, but maybe I'll care a little less the next time I'm the only one over the age of eight in the wave pool.