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.
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!