You Can Fly

I remember just like it was almost yesterday my sisters and I playing on the swing set our Daddy built us.Our imaginations came alive in those swings. We became gymnasts, horseback riders, flying acrobats...I'm pretty sure we invented Cirque Du Soleil.Our favorite though, was flying. We would lay face down on the swings and with arms outstretched we would kick off and momentarily convince ourselves of weightlessness.So it sure is a blast watching my little Peter Pan pretend to sore high above Neverland with his little hands stretched out as wide as his endless imagination.