"One Picture And One Story Week #52".

It's Mahnoor. And I am really excited to participate in the contest and I am here with one picture and a story. I hope you are Happy in your life by the grace of Allah.

^{Capturd through my phone}

As I walk through the old park, my eye fall on the child’s swing. It was the ordinary swing, paint with blue and pink, its chain slightly rust from several years of weather. But as soon I see it, memory from my childhood come rush back.

I could remembered run to this very swing, the excitement increasing inside me. I do like to run up to the swing set, shout with joy, and my parent would push me higher and higher and I enjoyed it. The winds would rush through my hairs, and I feel as if I can touch the sky. I use to laugh so hard that I had hardly catch my breath.

I recall the warm summer days when the park was fill with laughter. My friends and I play games, our voice blend with the creaking of the swing and the distant sound of ice cream. The park was little kingdom for us, and the swing were our thrones.

Sometime, I do like sit on the swing alone, dream up adventure and imagine distant land. The simple pleasure of swing back and forth, the world spin with me, made me free and alive with freshness. Those swing were where I learn to let go of my worry and just enjoy this amazing moment.

Now, stand at this place, I feel nastolgia. The swing was yet there, just as I remember, and it was the reminder of the time when life was simple and full with wonder. I touch the swing efficiently, feel the strong connection to the past, and smile, I remember this carefree days.

@faran-nabeel, @sriiza and @anjinoor please participating in this contest and share your story with picture.