Ooh, hard question. But I’ll have to go with swing sets, because I spent a lot of my time thinking on them when I was younger. The constant motion of swinging made me feel as though I was moving, but I’d stay right where I needed to be. It was comforting and safe. Whenever I needed to make some sort of big decision, I’d find myself a swing at the park by my house. If I found myself having a long conversation with someone on the phone, I’d walk over to the playground regardless of the hour and just sway on the seats as we’d talk. And when I want to just be by myself, that’s where I’ll go. And even now, I still do all of that. It’s especially nice at night, when there’s nothing and no one else around. The streets are quiet and everything just looks so sleepy. I just sit there and see this place that I grew up in and all of the memories and friends that were made around these parts. But then it’s an awfully strange kind of nostalgia, because despite having spent a large amount of my life here, everything is still foreign to me. It’s familiar, but then it isn’t, as though I’ll never really get used to this place. I think I like that peculiar little feeling though - maybe it’s why I keep coming back.