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Yeah, and you got tough hands from these bastards too after they had been sitting in the 95F southern California sun and heat all day.
The cubes were the ones I grew up with and the Oklahoma sun baked the steel pipe to cooking temperature.
in MN we got the 98F heat in July and the 30F cold in October.
That made me laugh thinking about the kid licking the flag pole in Christmas Story.
It happened at our grade school in Missouri I think I was in 3rd or something.
Yeah, by December it could be -4. We would try to cajole kids into doing that. None ever did.
“You’ll shoot your eye out, kid.”
I triple dog dare ya…*gasps all around*
My Cherry Hills Elementary School had a jungle gym over 20 feet high and 40 feet long.
It had a steel platform even higher with two pipe fireman’s poles that
went at least 25 feet down to pea gravel. The most awesome playground
behemoth I have ever seen. Dozens of kids were injured on it the 6 years I was there,
some with broken bones. It was so much fun knowing it was dangerous.
And none of us hesitated every day to gleefully tempt fate enjoying it.
We also had the biggest swing set I have ever seen. The chain and rubber seats
were at least 12 feet high, and we would see how far we could fly off of it after
swinging as high as we could into the ever present pea gravel, again injuries abounded.
I had such a fun childhood.
Needless to say, they’re long gone with ZERO playground at all now.
Breeding a nation of pussies.
Our great-granddaughters live in Parker and near their house is a “playground” with a plastic slide, some climbing ladders and the ground is covered in rubber pieces that are about 4 inches deep. It is fun for 4 y-o, but not much danger.
We had such awesome things to play on!
I see England, I see France……
Jungle Gym picture circa 1955, a time when most women and girls of all ages wore dresses. Someone help-what were those 2 tone shoes called that the girls wore?
Saddle shoes?
Saddle shoes.
Boys wore them too.
Yep, the good old 20 story monkey bars. I don’t know how many kids tumbled down through those when I was little.
I have fond memories of the monkey bars like above and the 2 slides at the PAVED playground. No mulch or grass for us. You learned not to fall really quick.
Look at how high those damn swings are!
Get up a head of steam and jump off one of those fuckers, amiright?
And yell Geronimo as you “bail out”.
Back in 1965 a racist spanish guy hit me in the head with the seat, caused a concussion , my friend carried me home, I was knocked out, I was just 5, he was over 20 years old, nothing changed.
You shoulda armed yourself, you gonna play around them Beaners!!!
I had my first six shooter when I was four. Davey Crockett kilt him a ba’ar when he was only three.
Both of you were in 1st grade I assume?
Those swings were AWESOME. I have very fond memories of scaring the shit out of myself pushing them to the most dangerous limits as high as possible when the tension dissolved to nothing. That’s what you’re supposed to do in childhood – test yourself, push yourself and conquer fears but learn what the limits are.
Now educators and evil and insane:
And usually more than a few grains of sand on there to give your skin a little sanding while going down.
Ever take a little wax paper and rub it down? Made for a nice ride down and fly off the end.
… or slide down on an old burlap bag …
I’m learning a good tip too late.
We liked climbing the slide itself to get to the top. We’d go down backwards, too, or lay down and go face first. We’d link up 3 or 4 kids and go down as a “train.”
There was an old fashioned metal tube fire escape at the school. It went up to the 3rd floor. We’d climb that and slide down, too. We also found a way to get onto a 2nd floor roof of the school. There was a six o’clock whistle at supper time. We went without adult supervision for hours on end and learned how to be responsible for ourselves. Good times all around.
You can be that tough generation and then your kids can come out all fucked up anyway…
I like that dad!
Should have just slapped her back into herosexuality.
You don’t get to that point unexpectedly…..either for dad or the kid.
The only sane response to insanity.
Thank God for sane dads.
There was an all steel slide at a playground near my Nana’s house. It was 12-15 feet high up the ladder, which made the slide long and fast. You landed in a sand pile. The swings were heavy steel grate seats with a black rubber bumper around the edge that got real hot in the sun. The a-frame was taller than the slide with very long chains. They took forever to get going and you could launch yourself pretty high when you jumped off at the forward apex. You landed in the same type of soft sand as the slide.
In those days early sixties our Mothers packed our brown bag lunch. The sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper.
After lunch we ran to the slides and promptly put the wax paper under our butts, it made for a couple slippery high speed slides.
We used to play King of the Mountain on one of these (photo below) with two of us standing on the sides and using our little arms to rev the RPMs to full tilt.
In 2nd grade, I was taking on the older kids and I must have tripped on my own shoelace, or something, because I woke up later in the hospital with amnesia.
I remember nothing. Only what my mom told me had happened.
But the weird thing was this: When I woke up, I could type 90 words a minute.
All true, except the 90 wpm part. That was me doing a joke 😀
Fortunately, we didn’t have the merry-go-round at my school. I’d have vomited everywhere. That’s one thing I couldn’t handle. All the other prison abuses were fine, but not that.
Remember playing “smear the queer”? Hahaaa the good old days
I don’t, but it sounds like a good idea. These days the queers do the smearing. Cf. Jussie Smollett.
Lol. It was football, minus any sort of strategy or scoring. The only object was to completely destroy whoever had the ball.
It was made even better when there was about a foot or two of snow on the ground. Someone would sink into the snow and get destroyed.
Best game ever.
A football, a bunch of boys, no rules of any kind, and violence.
Most of the playgrounds like this when I was little, a hundred or so years ago had hard gravel. We’d have loved some packed dirt. You couldn’t put any of the stuff I grew up with on kids playgrounds now. Every Karen out there would sue you blind.
We had tarmac under the monkey bars. You learned to climb properly real quick.
Ha ha, monkey bars.
4th grade, early ’70’s. Classmate took a fall off the monkey bars and broke his arm. When he came back to school, arm plastered, he was straight back up there to prove he hadn’t turned chicken. Happened again – so ended up with both arms in plaster.
Ah, the good ‘ol days..
Giving and getting bumps on teeter totters. Now they are lawsuit havens, and have been for decades.
Fucking lawyers have ruined everything.
Seriously.
Everything.
Truth. My mom worked as a “lunch lady” and I asked her to ask the principal why they no longer had teeter totters. The response was some bullshit that didn’t answer the question.
Who knew that idiot-proofing the playgrounds would turn this nation into a gaggle of pussies and sodomites.
Should have given the kids flamethrowers and battle axes. Then we all would have turned into Steve McQueen and Charles Bronson.
And God would have been happier!!!