The SwingA 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 placeever 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