I sit in the old swing, in the old garden, under the old tree.
There's no point in just sitting there so I start swinging. It gets pretty fun, and I gain more momentum.
In front of me is light, the sun shining. Behind is dark, the shadow of the tree.
As I swing forwards happiness overwhelms me, warmth is spreading through my body, I remember all the wonderful moments of my life.
And then I start going backwards, and as I reach the shadow behind me, everything built up in the last ascent of just a couple of seconds ago is getting turned to rubble.
Everything around gets dark, I can only see the ground bellow, ready to open up and swallow me if I fall.
I keep swinging for a while, pendulating with my emotions.
Once I stop in the middle of the shadow and the light everything returns back to normal, to the usual apathy, and I finally remember why I never wanted to return to that place.