I was a climber-—trees, top of corral fence, a thingy my dad used to pull motors out of cars. I fell off that motor thingy and my mom and aunt thought it had killed me but only knocked the breath out of me. That big black walnut tree would be swaying when we climbed it. Love black walnuts but they were messy. My dad built a thing he and others called a Spinning Jenny. It was a long piece of wood, “nailed” to a tree stump and it would go a full circle. As kids we loved that thing but we would be very dizzy afterwards. Memories.
I grew up in a city during the 70s. Our parks were a bit worn and rough but structurally well-maintained.
We had a metal version of your homemade ride. It was a large flat disk on an axle and had metal pipe handles to hang on with.
The bigger kids would set it spinning and the smaller kids would try to hold on.
I understand they've been banned by our wonderful modern day liberal caretakers. Yippee.
I'd rather go back to "dangerous liberty" and abandond this "safe slavery."
Me too - I used to make a fluffernutter sandwich and go down the street to where a could climb up the to the roof of a detached grage to eat it - loved looking at things from the higher perspective.