If we fell, we fell. We said ouch, laughed at whomever fell and continued on.
And if you got hurt, no one sued the school. We used to climb on the monkey bars and all the girls wore shorts under our dresses so our underwear wouldn’t show. It was a major accomplishment when we could go all the way across bar to bar with our hands.
Oh my, you just bought me back in time. We actually learned to walk across them...at a very high speed, to get away from the chaser.
Yes, there were a few painful “incidents”, but you had to pretend like it didn’t hurt, lol.
We did not do this on school time (damn teachers). The school was behind a few of our properties so we’d go up there to play without any supervision.
In our woods, there was this narrow crooked hill called “Dead Mans Hill”. Rumor was, a dead man was found on it, lol.
In the winter, we used to dare each other to ski down this hill, on one ski, sled, whatever we had handy.
And guess what......WE ARE ALL ALIVE TO TALK ABOUT IT!!!
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.
So that was you ... spoilsport ...