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When this thread appeared yesterday, I didn't have time to respond. If I had, my response would have been a place I've only been one time. I'm glad I didn't have time yesterday.
I realized that my personal piece of heaven is a place I've known all my life although it's not always in the same place. As a child, I loved my Grandma's front porch swing and spent hours in it with her. When I moved into my first house, my Dad built a swing for me. My tiny front porch was just big enough for it as long as I didn't swing back too far. It was my favorite place on early summer mornings when I could watch the neighborhood come alive with a glass of juice in my hand. In the evenings, I swayed back and forth, creating a personal breeze to keep the gnats and mosquitos at bay. Piled with pillows, the front porch swing was the perfect place to spend a lazy afternoon with a book or music, occasionally putting down a foot to start the swing moving again.
I had to leave my swing behind when I moved a couple of years ago. It has taken up temporary residence on my Mom's front porch. I'm currently searching for a new house and one of the requirements is a front porch large enough for my swing.
Dreamer
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