Charlie and I walked (well, he actually rode in the stoller if you want to be technical about it) to the lake on the most beautiful January day you could hope for. We mostly wanted to get out of the house, but then we spied the swings at the park by the lake. I asked Charlie if he was up for it, and he assured me he was. So into the swing he went. I would grab his legs and let go and he would giggle as he swung back and forth. Eventually, he decided he could lean back a bit and relax, but he never let go of the metal bar that was holding the swing up - just in case.