Up In the Air and Down

I remember LOVING to swing when I was a kid.  It is sad for me that I can only do about two back and forth's before I start feeling mildly ill.  Eleanor isn't old enough to sit on the swing by herself, but she begs and begs to swing.  I swing with her on my lap as long as my stomach will tolerate and then I just have to stop.  She is usually particular and won't swing with anyone but me.  This particular afternoon she was feeling agreeable and had a great time swinging on Estella's lap.  

The Swing

by Robert Lewis Stevenson

How do you like to go up in a swing,

Up in the air so blue?

Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing

Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,

Till I can see so wide,

Rivers and trees and cattle and all

Over the countryside--

Till I look down on the garden green,

Down on the roof so brown--

Up in the air I go flying again,

Up in the air and down!