This afternoon, while the little guy was napping, we all ended up outside for some epic swinging. Tyler was pushing the kids so high they were hitting the branches. It reminded me of swinging as high as I could on the playground in elementary school, and then jumping off. That moment in the air made me so sure I really could fly. I spent a lot of time trying to convince my family that it was true (do you remember?), and hours jumping from the couch, just so sure that if I did it right, that I could take off.
It also reminds me of this, one of my very favorite things from Sesame Street.