You know, where you remember the playgrounds you used to play at in hindsight were deathtraps waiting to happen? Of course, I grew up in the time before litigation for the smallest thing became an American hobby.
But I remember the playgrounds being blacktop, not this wood chip or shredded recycled tires crap. When you went down during a game of tag, you got a nice battle scar to show off for your efforts. And the swingsets, covered with rust, were like shipwrecks in the ocean overgrown with barnacles. Tetanous shot? BAH! We fought it off with our bodies' immune systems, and we liked it. Was all a part of growing up strong and not a pansy like today's kids. Jungle gyms were like the Thunderdome, and whomever kept the high ground before the recess bell rang went back inside feeling like Achilles after he defeated Hector.
And then there was the "Merry Go Round". I remember us kids getting on, and a bunch of kids running around the thing spinning it faster and faster, until those onboard got shot off one by one onto the unforgiving blacktop.
::sigh:: I miss those days.
But I remember the playgrounds being blacktop, not this wood chip or shredded recycled tires crap. When you went down during a game of tag, you got a nice battle scar to show off for your efforts. And the swingsets, covered with rust, were like shipwrecks in the ocean overgrown with barnacles. Tetanous shot? BAH! We fought it off with our bodies' immune systems, and we liked it. Was all a part of growing up strong and not a pansy like today's kids. Jungle gyms were like the Thunderdome, and whomever kept the high ground before the recess bell rang went back inside feeling like Achilles after he defeated Hector.
And then there was the "Merry Go Round". I remember us kids getting on, and a bunch of kids running around the thing spinning it faster and faster, until those onboard got shot off one by one onto the unforgiving blacktop.
::sigh:: I miss those days.