She told him that she had always wanted to reciprocate, but that he had been too big for her to push. Now that he was lighter, she wanted to see how high she could swing him.
At first he hesitated, but finally he gave in because of the earnest look of pleading on her face. “There’s no one here to see us,” he thought, “Öso why not give in to her whim?”
He sat in the canvas seat of the swing and allowed her to stand behind him and push. Every few minutes he would lose his sandals, forcing Anita to stop the swing and put them back on his feet. After the forth time they fell off his feet, she put the sandals in her back pocket so they wouldn’t be lost in the sand and continued to swing him without stopping.