I recently discovered the book "Summersaults" by Douglas Florian. Our visit to spend time with my aunt, uncle, and five cousins can be summed up in a couple of poems from this sweet picture book.
"The Swing"
The swing's a swinging, zinging chair,
The place to chase the air up there.
Just hold on tight, no need to steer,
And soon you'll clear the atmosphere.
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