I was born in the 50's but remember nothing like that height wise, but when I was a little older in my teenage years we figured out with the help of a friend that the canvas chain link swings at our old elementary school could be spun around over the top for quite a few turns. Daredevils we were...
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We used get all the way to top of the upper rail and the let go and try to make a 10 point landing without breaking a leg!! Those were the days!
the kid in black is my hero - stuck the landing.
First degree burns. In Southern California the surface temperature of the slide surely would fry an egg.
And don’t forget, plastic is a PETROLEUM product (gasp)!! And it’s NOT biodegradable??My young-uns had it easy. Grew up "soft" - plastic, sand, pretty colors, railings, etc. .
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I tease my kids right back, and then remind them of me walking 20 miles each way to school. Wasn't true, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
My parents got to say that, not the 20 miles part, but the fact that they grew up in Winnipeg—including the winter.I tease my kids right back, and then remind them of me walking 20 miles each way to school. Wasn't true, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Without helmets, I’m sure.we all hopped on our "stingrays" and split
easy peasy till about age 12 ( maybe 5-6 times total, didn't have the nads to keep going around more than once, else my Dad woulda surely killed me, if i didn't kill myself) .. then "swinging" was for "girls", "little" boys, or other kids not under death threat from their folks for being so reckless.
My parents got to say that, not the 20 miles part, but the fact that they grew up in Winnipeg—including the winter.
They deprived me of similar stories. I don’t have kids, but do drive a school bus. “A C-body Chrysler with a potent V-8, heater, a/c, radio” just have the same effect.
Without helmets, I’m sure.
Dad to me: “You’re almost at a 180-degree circle!”
Brother to Dad: “No, that’s half a circle.”
Only swing-set accident I had was attempting to crawl under a “passenger swing” (tubular steel contraption hinged at the top of the swingset A-frame, two seats for two facing each other). At age four, that whole “force = mass x acceleration” thing wasn’t exactly familiar. Part of the frame dug a miniature ditch in my scalp! I ran inside and lay on my parents bed (they were home.) The bedspread must have looked like a bloody crime scene!
And very likely made in Foo King
Thanks! Was that photo taken in Australia? I’m basing that on the white sedan (Ford Fairlane?) to the kids’ right.
dunno location chief ... just grabbed first thing i saw online
Those were the days... LOL and the injuries... Here's one unforgettable injury, back when I was I'don know how old but with plenty of time on my hands (disadvantage kid no summer camp type) plus paper route cash to burn, me and a friend would go down to the hardware store and buy the long threaded bars with nuts, some steel/rubber wagon wheels, no wasting time going to scavenge at the dump as hardware store was closer but we did get washing machine pulleys and belts at dump. We would cobble up a go-kart real quick and it was all plywood, 2x4's with bent over nails holding the threaded rod axles to the 2x4's with a rope and feet's on steering with the front 2x4 rod axle.
It goes back to before any of us. Once when I was at my moms house, she had the news on and they were covering a story where some unfortunate kid was hit by a car and killed outside a school, and the reporter said “the grief counselors were on the scene”. To which my mother said “Grief counselors??!! When I was a girl, we came to school one day and were told one of our classmates drowned in the park lagoon. The nuns told us to say a prayer and that was it. Then we had a math test”.
