My swing

This is my swing. It was here when we first moved into the house. It hangs on the path way to the bike shed. I like the swing, but it was always so high, that I needed mama or papa to get on it.

Now mama has bought a new rope and the swing is lower. I can get on it alone. My feet can touch the ground. But soon we will need to raise the swing: my legs are growing fast!

Even though I can get on the swing alone, I like it when mama or papa helps me: at least for the lazy pushing!!