When my kids were little I gave them a "sitandspin". Nowadays when someone spins they usually mean a form of exercise having something to do with a contraption that looks like a bike going nowhere. This is my favorite place to sit and spin. Times change - or maybe they are reverting back to the "olden days". It is strangely comforting to realize that my great great grandmothers probably spun their own wool, and their mothers before them and their mothers before them. Wish I could get a sheep or two now but no "farm animals" allowed in our subdivision. My daughter says tell the neighbors it's one of those fancy new dog breeds.