Today at the playground, I couldn't help but remember all the years playing on the playground behind my Grandma's house. As I was remembering those days, I started to notice how different the playground equipment is today. What was the deal with the playground equipment back then anyway? Playing on the playground, and surviving when I was a kid was a like laughing in the face of death. What was the town thinking setting up that stuff for us to play on anyway? Trying to "reduce the surplus population" or something? I don't think there was a single one of us cousins that didn't end up with stitches from playing there. Except my stitches were from riding a tricycle my brother pushed me off of, thanks Johnny, still have the scar :P.
I remember one time we tried to get on the slide and make a train and poor Matthew fell off, I think that led to stitches. That slide was way too tall, we might as well have got on a roller coaster. (Well, I maybe exagerrating there. A little.)
One time I was sitting at the car playing with a kid from the neighborhood and John was on the sunflower playing with a kid from the neighborhood. And that ended in his having stitches, too.
I remember playing on the teeter-totter with Christy. We used to try and see if we could make the other one fall off while they were in the air. I remember flying through the air a few times. Nowadays, they have all this soft, recycled, tire material to fall on, I fell on the hard ground!
The game on the swings was to swing as high as we possibly could and then jump off. How did I get to be grown-up without having a broken nose? In all truth, I still kinda want to do that on the swings, it was SO fun. Probably where my grown-up desire to jump out of a plane came from.
When we weren't getting hurt on the equipment we were starting fights with kids in the park that we didn't know. How did we even live to be adults anyway? No wonder my kids can be such trouble-makers I totally earned it didn't I?
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