Skip to comments.New Playgrounds Are Safe—and That's Why Nobody Uses Them (More Nanny State Unintended Consequences)
Posted on 02/02/2012 7:15:24 PM PST by DogByte6RER
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I learned that it is possible to bounce somebody off a teeter-totter if you get a firm grip, your feet on the ground and jerk the plank at the bottom of the downstroke.
Whatever else could be said about the situation, she doubtless never forgot again to lean forward when her steed reared! Whoo boy. Glad she suffered no lasting harm beyond the cosmetic.
NYC's street steps work well.
And where the hell on that safe playground can ya have a real old fashion dirt-clod fight?
Oh man, that’s just awesome.
Oh, and did they have to shoot the horse? :-)
Years ago parents and community folks at our local school got together and put up a “Leathers” playground. It was fantatic! Heavy rope/telephone poles, etc. Then a kid got a splinter in his belly, and after enough whining from his yuppy mother and friends, they now have all this plastic CRAP. So glad my kids got to enjoy the old Leather’s playground.
Across the street from our house when my boys were small was an unoccupied house with a driveway which went down a hill and around the back into the back yard. Merna Hill (don’t ask). I would let my kids go over there and ride their big wheels down that hill. One day they all came running because my youngest (3) was told by the older boys to stand at the bottom of the hill and throw his small big wheel at the other boys as the came around the corner. He knocked out the teeth of a neighbor boy. His parents were very nice about it. I made sure our insurance paid for this kid to have all the dental reconstruction he needed until they could do implants. He loved it. Used to pop his teeth out to show off. My youngest always felt bad about it though.
How lame-@$$, can't even slip some rubber hose, put acorn nuts, or daub some tool handle dope on it?
She said she later rode a lot of miles on that horse. Tough gal!
Yep. Had many a splinter in me bum from wooden teeter-totters. Mashed fingers from twisting up the chains on the swings. Oh, the stories I could tell...
I think the sad thing is is most of it is brought about of fear from lawsuits of people if their kid gets hurt on government property. Our parents would not have sued if we got hurt, they’d just take us home and patch us up and maybe tell us to be more careful next time. Not people today who are always out looking for their next free meal ticket.
Of course there are plenty of people who are PC and promote zero-fun policies as well.
My old grade school isn’t far away from where I am. went in a few years ago and got a little tour of the changes. Went in to the old cafeteria/gym and was talking about how great it was playing dodge ball in there. The now female gym instructor says ‘we don’t play dodge ball anymore’. Too dangerous, and not everyone’s good at it. They don’t play kickball like we used to either. Again not everyone’s good at it. They just do ‘skills’ work, and running. Everyone can play soccer because even if you suck you’re just running around. Hard to tell if you suck at soccer because hardly any goals are scored anyway. Team skills. That’s what’s important now. They do real sports in junior high and high school. Supposedly.
I already knew I’d probably see this as I had already known for years how they were messing up gym in the elementary schools. I was one of those kids that sucked at gym most of the time because my eyes were bad, and I was able to be in a class a year ahead of my age so I was smaller. Still had good memories of stuff and there were times when I did okay. Dodge ball was still great. Even if you aren’t the best you can still get people out and you can still dodge balls, for awhile at least.
If you could have asked the horse, it probably would have said it was glad she was there to fall on :-)
Easy enough to take a sabre saw to the exposed threads and make em flush with the nuts.
Then they’d probably bitch well the nuts are still sticking out. Just bubble wrap all the damn kids up then. Stupid libtards.
Back in 1980 we had one of the worst ice storms I can remember. Right around 3 inches. My parents lived on a gravel road at the top of a 1/4 mile long hill at the bottom of which lived my aunt. The ice completely covered the road and I thought it’d be a good time to sled down it.
Never have went that fast on a sled again.
In many ways these libtards are robbing our children of being able to be children.
In the same way lame-ass parents who would sue at the drop of a hat rob our kids of being able to be kids too.
This is not new. If you transported back 50 years you would see playgrounds were not used then either. Playgrounds have always been interesting for about half an hour then they are boring. Even with teatertotters.
We spent our times in the woods making forts.
In the same vein, I grew up in the town of Amherst, MA. Amherst college there happens to have God’s Own Sledding Hill, officially known as “Memorial Hill”. It’s sloped at about 30 degrees, starts at about 25 yards wide and ends at about 100 yards wide, is perfectly flat, and is about 100 yards long. The sole obstacle is a 24” drainage ditch at the bottom where the hill opens out onto the college playing fields. When I was a kid, the hill was open to all, and during the winter was the main destination for kids to sled. There were usually two well-packed tracks going down the center of the hill, and often some college kid would build a ramp off to one side (or even sometimes a small one on one of the tracks). The slog to get back up the hill was exhausting, but it was worth it for the ride down.
Shortly after I graduated high school, the college declared the hill to be closed, and would stop the usual weekend-day sledding festival, though people could still sled it on their own unofficially later in the day or evenings. A few years after that, I found that they had closed it completely, and the campus cops would patrol the area when there was snow, to prevent anyone from using it at all.
Some local nanny called the cops on my 7 and 9 year old boys for climbing on the roofs of this type of “playground equipment”.
It’s an interesting theory, but I doubt it is correct. I had two kids, and they loved playing in these “gerbil cages” as you label them.
The reason kids don’t do anything anymore is that they can have all the fun they want without getting out of a chair. When I was young if we wanted to have fun, we went out, found some kids, and played together.
Now kids have the internet and video games. The games even allow them to talk to “friends” while playing, so it’s like they are socializing, but without moving their bodies at all.
Lol, we don’t need no stinking foward visability.
I used to play swords in the street with big tree branches
at night no less it was awesome!
I guess the helmets can make you look funny; much better to hit your head falling and die.
I'm not so sure that the percentage of perverts changed much over the last, say, ten thousand years (modulo cultural variations, like the ancient Greece.)
What did change, though, is the awareness of those crimes. If a kid anywhere in the USA is abducted then everyone else in the country instantly knows about it. This allows a dozen criminals to terrorize tens of millions of parents. However only a few decades ago the news would be only printed in the local newspaper, and hardly anyone - even in the next town - would know. People would feel safer. And in practice the chance of a kid to be abducted or otherwise hurt by a criminal are miniscule compared to other risks that growing up entails.
Yet another factor is access to children, which is getting easier as more and more people live in large cities. A hundred years ago if a stranger shows up in the village he will be noticed. Today if a stranger walks into Los Angeles ... do you think many people there will pay attention?
But, unfortunately, the old-fashioned decay of the society is also taking place. That's what most comments in this thread are about. The value of honest work, and the need to work, are being diluted by government's handouts. When people don't need to work for food they start getting other ideas, not always good ones. Why not if they are all set for life and have nothing to worry about.
“...and then the grownups started and they moved in......the monkey bars.....the monkey bars came in, we lost 124 kids on one day...”
Yeah, because roller skating deaths are so common.
My kids were born in Japan, same kind of thing. The playground equipment on the U.S. bases was being replaced with the new pussy stuff from the states at the time, but off-base the Japanese still had good equipment in their parks.
I see a slide and then several gangways for walking. Is that what passes for playground equipment these days?
If you were a normal male child with a bicycle in the 1970s, at one point or another, you got hurt emulating Evil Knievel.
I grew up in the 70-80’s (born in 1969) and agree with you.
The “law-yahs” made all cities shudder against huge lawsuits.
In CA, my 5-year old must wear a helmet on his bike, or I face a fine.
“If you never get hurt, you never learn from your mistakes.”
Profound. Deeply profound.
You, in one sentence show the danger of Liberal Utopianism. The Left tries to shelter everyone from hardship by moving the playground or the job or earning a living to not be at a price.
I think Conservatives understand that human nature is about risk, both body, mind and soul. We avoid pain as human beings (save those S & M freaks) but inevitably there is loss, death, disappointment and failure.
The Liberal lives in a perfect, soft-floored, slow-slide, no sharp edges playground, shielded from the pedophile that lurks in the adjacent street that they fought to not have “stigma”.
You learn by trying and not achieving, then figuring it out and perservering. Kids today are not allowed to fall and when life slams them post-HS or college, they have never know defeat or hardship, and cannot function.
That looks like something Laurel and Hardy would pull a piano up...
We had one of those, too...North River Elementary, Mt. Solon, VA.
It was the last generation of America. Ted Kennedy’s Hart-Cellar Act hadn’t ruined the strongest, wealthiest and best nation in the country. 90% European, 10% black and other.
It’s all done. The lawyers and Liberals wrecked it.
Tackle football, when the end zone was my granddad’s brick wall. Wonder how no one ever died, but we were careful going deep.
The parachute stuff started in the 70’s. We did it on rainy days and it was a precursor to frisbee baaseball or dodgeball.
I’m sure a sail of clear plastic sheeting would have ameliorated the problem but hey! the blanket was handy.
Well we did that with the old school steep metal slides, so the new equipment is still safer.
You know what happened in the 90’s?
More women were elected to offices at every level of government than ever before.
It’s when the hovering began.
Today, the only place a kid isn’t safe is in her mother’s womb. If he or she can make it past the labia in tact, they never have to worry about so much as a scuffed knee.
Every budding mother is an executioner.
Nothing in our culture is as overrated than modern motherhood.
Habitrails for tots.
Fourth, fifth and sixth grade recess at St. Catherine’s School - Smear the Queer.
One guy gets the ball on a blacktop playground. You tackle that guy, and he has to give up the ball to another guy.
Rinse and repeat.
Can’t play Smear the Queer anymore. In fact, you can’t even say ‘Smear the Queer’ any more without losing family and fortune.
However, I saw no mention of the most important factor for safe, fun-free playgrounds...
A kid gets injured?
Parents ring the cash register on anybody with deep pockets and a hint of liability.
You were soft
We has one of these
Lighter, faster, and only one point of support so you could combine a pendulum motion with the spin.
Less than a week to the first injury, so the teachers put a restriction on use
Teachers were such fussbiddys in those days
The one at my grade school (~1970) had a solid platform to the center. We used to play “King of the ____” (name of that thing eludes me - not a merrygoround, but...).
Anyway, spin it as fast as you could while pushing the other kids off and trying to stay on yourself.
One Monday we got to school and just an empty spot of dirt where it used to be. The Principal called about 6 of us guys in and said we were the reason it was gone because we played too rough with it.
I asked him if he would be pulling out the slides next, as we would now be forced to playing “King of the Slide” and tossing kids from the slide. (Yeah - one more time mom had to come down to school!).
I seem to recall another thing that they pulled out from our rough play - it may have been the teeter-todder.
When I took my kids to the park they were always the bain of the other parents. One park had a bunch of great big mud puddles off near the woods that my kids enjoyed. The kind that would suck a tennis shoe off. We figured the clothes would wash (and they would). And the kids had a ball. (And the other parents would have to grab their crying kids away as they didn’t let them play in the mud).
And they also liked to climb up to the top of those castles and ship structures and throw themselves off to me waiting to catch them. Although I did have to remind my son once in awhile to make sure I had placed his sister on the ground and was looking at him before he jumped!
The grandkids’ school solved the kid to ground impact problem by putting down about 8 inches of tire chips. The surface is a little like playing on sand, but with ‘bounce’ and is very forgiving compared to the playgrounds of my youth. Considering the relative lack of skinned knees and torn clothes, it is a good deal. They can still fall, but are less likely to get hurt.
Yep - if you came home with an injury, and it was determined you were not maimed for life, the real issue was whether the blood would come out of the clothing or if the tear could be sewed up.