I would like you all to meet my most prized possession. No, it is not my sister. Possession.

But possession in the loose sense, as in it hasn't legally been mine for 15 years, yet it is mine all the same.

Surronding my sister you may notice a greenish porch swing. Now imagine you had a way-back machine and could see it in its proper sky blue state. Isn't it amazing? Look how swingy it looks. And what a view! And it's right there hanging on a ceilinged-porch in case it has been raining for days and you just have to take your Barbies outside to go camping.

It probably doesn't look very big but it does comfortably seat three five-year-olds or a five-year-old and a mom. With a little less roomminess it will seat a mom, a five-year-old and a three-year-old, but a mom, a five-year-old, a three-year-old and a screaming baby is really pushing it. Even a mom and a dad and a child of any age is pretty awkward.

My only goal in life that does not change like vocare in a passing breeze is to once again own a hanging porch swing.