Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Tim. Tim loved to swing at the park. One day, Tim and his mom went to the airport. They had to fly to see grandma.
At the airport, Tim felt restless. He wanted to play, but there were no swings. Tim's mom had an idea. She held his hands and swung him back and forth. Tim laughed and felt happy.
After some time, it was time to go on the big plane. Tim and his mom sat down and looked out the window. They saw the airport get smaller and smaller. Tim couldn't wait to swing at grandma's house.
