Singing and Swinging

child on a swingOne of my favorite childhood past times was swinging on the swing set in our backyard. And while I was swinging, I was singing, the volume of my voice increasing as my short legs pumped the air, propelling me higher and higher toward the blue sky. I sang “This Old Man,” and “Row Row Row Your Boat.” I made up a song using the words from Robert Louis Stevenson’s children’s poem (How do you like to go up in a swing…up in the air so blue? Oh I do think it’s the pleasantest thing that ever a child can do!)

It was exhilarating and satisfying and comforting all at once.

As soon as I was able, I joined the elementary school Glee Club, and eventually graduated into the Madrigal singers. There were only six of us, and we were all good friends. We got to wear nifty blue sashes and we felt very self-important singing a cappella. I cannot tell you how much I loved it. But maybe that’s evident because it’s such a strong memory 45 years later.

The notion of singing being fun isn’t new to me.

The science behind the experience of it, however – well, that’s something I’m enjoying learning about.

Read more about it in my post today on Medium.

3 thoughts on “Singing and Swinging

  1. I had a swing in the basement of our old house in Iowa. In the wintertime, I could swing down there, next to the coal room and the laundry drying by the furnace. My favorite swinging song? Well, it either was Gogi Grant’s “The Wayward Wind” or “Lady of Spain”. Half the world or more doesn’t even know those songs any more!

  2. One of the things that distresses me most about my illness is that I can no longer sing well. I used to be really good — the breathing and coughing have taken their toll on my voice. But given a swing — and no audience — I might have to burst into song!

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