Well, when we got to PA this summer my dad had two swings up just begging for grandkids to play on. And play they did. Um, there was also quite a bit of fighting over whose turn it was. Perhaps that is why there were 4 swings hanging from trees at any given time while I was growing up... my parents had simply gotten sick of the whining.
Tab's favorite swing was this one, with simply a stick stuck in a loop to hang on. He didn't quite grasp the concept of letting someone know before he was going to let go and so there were a few small incidents.
Abbie and Anna both enjoyed this swing, which we could never quite get right. The board was always crooked to one side or the other.
And I have no idea what happened with this picture, but I think it is pretty cool. Jarom spent quite a bit of his time playing with the kids on the swings.