Growing up, I have strong memories of visiting my Grandma and Grandpa Higginson's house and having the time of our lives as we twirled around in Grandma's overstuffed rocking chair....that is until we were abruptly caught in the evil act and told to NEVER do that because it would ruin the ballbearings. A wives tale? I do not know, but that feeling of repression has always stuck with me. So, last week as I made a stop at the Goodwill, my childhood dreams were fulfilled....a chair I can spin in to my heart's content!!! And roll in and rock in, and go up and down in! It's almost too much to take in. At first I told myself that I was buying it for my children, that I would let them roll all around the tile floors of our home and spin to the ends of the earth. But after taking it on a trial run that first night, I find myself feeling rather possessive of it. Have I given it a name? No, that will definetely be the clincher of ownership. The beauty only cost me $4 and I have yet to discover anything terminally wrong...just missing arms which I can look past (I am one of those accepting type of people, you know).
