You shrug, certain that a minute or two on the swing won't do much. You go over and get on it, holding the chains with your hands as you swing your legs back and forth.
At first, the movement bores you, but as you feel a tingling it suddenly piques your interest. You look down at the ground, suddenly excited by the swinging, and fail to notice as you begin regressing.
Slowly, your body loses height as you go from an adult to a teen to a three year old. Your dirty blond hair becomes shorter as it turns a more light blond and into a bowl cut.
Failing to notice this, the changes progress to your now oversized clothes. Slowly, your shirt shrinks down to something fitting, a tiny orange child's child's shirt and matching blue shorts.
Slowly you continue to regress on the swing until you are left three.