The Swing by Britta Teckentrup

A swing on a hill overlooking the water is at the center of this lovely meditation on childhood, growing older, friendship and loss.   “The swing has always been in this place—ever since I can remember,” declares the narrator. “Here we stood together, looking out to sea, waiting for something to change. . . for something new, something exciting. But every day was the same.”   But as seasons change and years pass, things do change. Friends come and go, lovers meet and kiss, spring turns to autumn, and the swing set grows creaky with age.