We went to the park the other day. The slide was, regrettably, out of order. This, alone, made the entire expedition a waste of time, if it had not been for the discovery of an all-new outlet for my daredevil tendencies: the swing. I was worried when I was first put in it, and gripped to Mommy out of fear of falling. When she made me let go, I found the swing sufficient to hold my mass, and away I swung. As you will see in the video below, I still had some worries about the fact that the ground was so far below, but I believe with some more attempts, I will be able to find quite a bit of joy in this risky endeavor.
My Dear Sister still hates swings.
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