When I was a little girl my Dad went to a garage sale and found this very cute little swing set for me to play with. But tragedy happened the grandma got to it first. She didn't think it was fitting for a little girl to play with something like that right now. So she locked it away for many years and was soon forgotten. Until one day when the girl who had grown was with her father down in the "cellar" of the grandmother's house going through old treasures (junk) of a forgotten past they came across the old swing sent the father had bought the girl as a child.
"Oh, what a darling little swing set!" said the girl.
"Yes it is, I bought that for you when you were little," said the father.
"What!" said the girl. As she watched her father take it down from the shelf. She just loved it after that and took it home with glee.
(Don't ask why my grandma did that. If she only knew now that my little girl is playing with it she might roll over in her grave or something. But Charly loves to play with it. It only comes out when Reed is asleep. If you don't want something destroyed don't give to the baby.)
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