And then it took an ugly turn...Daddy lifted her very high and swiftly brought her back down and the cries started. She first shook like a leaf, and I am not exaggerating on that either. Her entire body started to shake and then the crying started. Poor thing was scared out of her mind. We tried to take her mind off of it by getting on the horsey...she wasn't having it...she had been scarred, hopefully not for life!
Daddy felt bad because he didn't mean to upset her, Mommy was pissed at Daddy because we had only been there for about 2 minutes before it happened and I knew after that it would take an act of congress to get her to be OK with the swing again.
I took her the next day to the park before we went on our run and she was not fond of me sitting her in that evil swing again. She lunged forward for me as soon as I sat her down and she then started to whimper and cry.
Oh well...we shall try again next time. I wish they made those things so parents could sit with their children and swing. I'm hoping the long term memory decides to not hold on to this memory. Our first time at the park turned out to not be so grand!
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