It all goes back to childhood, they say. The Hermitage Collection aside, another fantastic thing about my childhood was having a swing on the door leading into my room. I'd literally spend hours on end there, at times even with my head upside down.
Till this day if I see a swing I have to go ... how do you say - for a ride?
I love the feeling, it calms me down. It is the only place where my head empties out completely & I don't think of a-ny-thing. Beautiful feeling.
I beat my childhood record of 2hrs 45 min non stop on the swing when I was living in Rome. The profile photo here was taken in Marameo cafe', a bar in Trastevere, in Rome. I was a swinging hostess there, luring the clients in.
P.S. later on I read that Freud considered the swing to be the equivalent of the female orgasm.
Was he right & is this why I like it so much?
Who cares why. It's good to feel good!
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