There is a swing in K’s folks’ backyard that is more of a pendulum than a swing. The seat hangs by iron rebar rather than chains, and as such, it has an arch a little different than what swing enthusiasts are probably used to — if there is a Swing Enthusiast Association of America.

L likes to swing. She also, it turns out, likes to slide.

Yesterday afternoon, we took her to a new park — new for us, at any rate — and she could not get enough of the sliding boards. Nor could she get enough of the small climbing wall leading up to one of the slides:

And of course slides and climbing walls weren’t the only attractions:

In two days, I tell her, we’ll be swinging “u Babci i dziadka.”