I especially like it when my Dad pushes me. He knows the faster he pushes and the higher I go ...the more I squeal.
Now, my Mom on the other hand, pushes me around like a little girl. No thrill there folks. Sorry Mom, leave my swing time to your husband, okay?
Also, once I figure out how to undo the buckle on my new ride, I'm going to jump. That ought to put a few gray hairs on my Mother's head...
She'll probably strap a parachute on me knowing her :)
