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When I was little, there was a swing set isolated away from the main playstructure that I could run to straight from my backyard gate. I'd go there when I was sad, happy, bored, escaping family get-togethers, or just for the sake of it.
It wasn't very well maintained; it had paint chipping off the poles, the rubber seats were scored and worn down, and the chains were rusted. Still, it was a place I associated good memories with.
When I look at this wallpaper, I can smell the rust and oil from the chains that used to linger on the palms of my hands long after I'd gone inside.
We moved away from that house a little over a year ago, and my house was bulldozed to make room for condos. I'm afraid to go back to see the house I was born in no longer there, so in the meantime I have this wallpaper to remind me of my childhood.
