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Reminds me that at the community pool I use to go to back in the early 60’s they had a low diving board and a high one. Now you can’t even dive off the side of the pool. The pussification of Murica.
Yup, CCR.
Gets back to the backwards implementing of rules, on the belief that freedoms (and risks) are removed for safety, to prevent accidental injuries, or death.
One parent’s uncoordinated kid falls off the monkey bars, suffers a brain injury so severe that Mom’s grief is only soothed by becoming an activist, petitioning lawmakers to create “Meagan’s Law”.
E.g., all playgrounds with structures of height (fall risks) must be constructed on dirt, not pavement, and a large layer of wood chips are used to cushion future Meagan’s falls.
Further, no public parks with existing structures can be grandfathered in, and avoid the upgrade rules.
Who pays? John Q. Public, with an occasional grant from some foundation.
Maybe even from Meagan’s Foundation, after the litigation is settled.
With all the Loss Prevention hurdles that shackle, accidents and loss will still happen.
We can’t legislate tragedies from occurring.
What’s next? Locking ball valves on our house exterior water spigots, so the neighborhood kiddies don’t get sick, drinking from a garden hose to quench their thirst?
Never mind.
Nowadays, kids don’t run around the neighborhood in Summer, with a gang of friends, playing a pickup baseball game at the corner park.
They’d rather sit on their ass, play a video game or movie, and eat more pizza, pop, and Doritos.
“That’s so 1970’s” should not be an insult to something seen as out of style, or useless relics from the past.
It should be a reverence for the Good Old Days.
Hell, just look at the music then, vs. now.
Now I know where snowflakes come from.
The problem in the black and white photo is that the spiral is to the Left and Downwards.
Designed by a prescient engineer?
Better to be safe than sorry.
Where’s that kid’s helmet?
Put a call in, to social services.
Parental neglect! The horror.
Send out an investigator.
Leave no stone unturned.
“Have you seen Junior’s grades?”
We used to play with cap guns and daisy lever air rifles (add a drop of oil for smoke). That’s be illegal now, they’d get in trouble for drawing a gun on paper. But LGBT is the law now, porn is on the Internet, pot and Communism are becoming legal, Welfare is common, public schools are academic garbage dumps, politicians are ignorant fools.
And the second one is now also the night time hangout for gangs and drug dealers, and cost 20x what the first one did to install (even factoring for inflation).
I vividly remember playing on something that looked just like this back in the mid 60s.:
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When we were 9, 10 years old and didn’t have very much force to our shoulders we use to get 2X4s and hit each other on the back until there was 1 left. How about jumping off the top bunk to perform a double twist half tuck elbow head thrust on your brother?
Great times.
In the early 80’s my elementary school had a structure made like a fort. It was constructed out of old creosote coated power poles. They way you got to the top was via some of these poles cut in ever increasing length forming a path to the top (no safety ropes or rails). The way down was one of those huge slides or a rusty pole. Neither of which was an option from April to Oct as it was 115 degrees in the valley of the sun.
So it turned into a storm the tower game where your team tried to shove the attackers off the path to the sand pit below. Good fun…splinters and burns sucked, but we survived.
Not once did I ever see any kid with a bike helmet when I was growing up. (in the 1950s)
Cap guns and sling shots were common, cops and robbers, good guy bad guy shoot-outs were common.
As a teenager I would walk down the road (in the Calif countryside) carrying a rifle and no one saw that as being anything unusual. Try that today and someone is likely to call the swat team.
My cousin tells the story of the time he built a raft and launched it out onto the rain swollen river behind their house and ended up many miles downriver. IIRC he ended up walking all the way home and ended up getting home after dark. I don’t remember all the details other than he did get into a bit of trouble for that stunt.
In 1965 (I was 14) I lived across the street from El Cajon Valley High school, San Diego Co. During summer I would cross the street with my dads M1 carbine, and hitch hike 3 miles to the east hills (edge of town). Then hike a quarter mile into the wild and shoot bushy tailed rats (ground squirrels) all day. Never waited long for a ride, nobody thought it odd, cops never needed to stop and talk to me while standing on the school sidewalk, it was a different world. El Cajon is now filled with Mexicans, Caldians ( Iraqi Catholics, the original version), meth heads (tweakers), loadies, gangsters and normies pay for it all.
That’s why I live in Tennessee.