[visual] and [location: That park where the little girl went swinging]

[aesthetic_mojo]

Charlotte wandered the whole park before settling in the very same swing a certain little girl had enjoyed so much. She couldn't know that, of course. All she knew was that as a child, she'd never been pushed on a swing. For as many times as she'd seen it done as an adult, no one had ever pushed her since reaching the age of majority, either. The motion wasn't difficult. In fact, it was remarkably automatic. That didn't make the sensation any less curious.

Before long, she was going higher than she expected and she felt a moment of panic. Her legs flailed as she worked to slow the swing. When she was firmly on the ground again, she leaned against the chain of the swing. "Well, that was interesting. And they let little kids do that? What the hell else did I miss out on?"