Posted on 01/09/2019 10:17:38 PM PST by vannrox
We had rules that you had to be a pusher for x minutes before you were allowed to get on.
I don’t have a clue what you’re on about. There’s a kids’ play area exactly like that depicted in the OP in a city park maintained by my one-horse town.
When I was a kid, the jungle gyms were iron and about 15 feet high, and there were no safety devices on the swing sets, teeter-totters or the merry-go-rounds. And the entire play area was crushed graveled (no pea gravel).
That’s one of the reasons that my generation grew up realizing that actions have consequences. Because you learned pretty quickly that if you did something stupid, you were going to have to pay the stupid tax. Unless you truly were stupid, in which case paying the stupid tax just got to be a habit.
If one puts up a monkey bar set in a black neighborhood, does that make said act racist?
If one puts up a monkey bar set in a black neighborhood, does that make said act racist?
You ask any kid
ANY KID...what they want, and not one of them will say, 'I want something where you sit in it and spin around in a circle for five minutes and then puke.'
Superplaygrounds were of my kids’ time. We lived in several cities in the 90’s that had one.
My elementary school had a wooden playground and then replaced it with a crappy one.
The style in #19 is the one I remember.
Notice the joinery...”U” bolts and nuts with only vertical pipes capped while horizontals were left open. Not sure what metal was used by the NYC Parks Dept, but I seem to remember a brownish color worn perfectly smooth by years of use
“Notice the joinery...
A nearby neighborhood (its homeowner’s association) junked out a playground full of the new stuff and bought all new stuff, which cost many thousands. Reasons: (1) lawsuit potential if the old equipment caused injury, (2) they want something pretty and new.
Maybe the replacement was provoked by a crack in a weld on one of the pieces of equipment. Rather than get a local welder to fix it they, as I said, junked everything.
My grade school had one of these, along with rows of see-saws, a slide that you climbed a good twelve foot to the top, swings, basketball courts, half a football field, a softball field and volleyball court. You had concrete, grass and gravel under foot in this playground. We played dodge ball, touch football, smear the queer, tag and about every game imaginable. We would get the swings going as high as possible and bail out at the top of the arc, it hurt but was fun. Playgrounds now are useless and sad, about as fun as a five pound bag of fertilizer.
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