Aging Childhood Memories

Waving gently like seaweed in the ocean, willow trees sway slowly in an afternoon breeze. Silently lifting spirits with their peaceful, serene manner. Sunlight sliding on and off their expedient leaves. Motion always reaching inside, deeply stirring memories of childhood. Tire swings upon a branch, climbing into it's height and hanging, letting go and dropping to the ground, only to do it over again. Being a child is so very memorable - lasting - throughout the years of aging. Looking back, we smile at the memories, pulling at their reserves to keep on going as we grow older.