[SaveTheChief]

When I was a kid, I attended an elementary school named after Neil Armstrong. The playground had a rocket and space theme and included a rocket that was probably 20 feet tall. We could climb in it and follow steps all the way to the top. We had to climb a short ladder to get in. It was enclosed with bars no child could squeeze through. At about the halfway point, there was a slide that took kids back down to the ground.

The playground also had all kinds of equipment that we loved. By today's standards all of it would be considered unsafe. Oddly, no one I know ever died or got seriously injured from playing there. We had the best playground in the area, but I think all that equipment is long gone. Those were the days.

[freedom9]

My Dad was in in the Canadian military. We moved to a small town in Germany in 1959.
Me and the other kids used to play war in real pillboxes and if we rumaged enough in the scrap yard we could find rusted machine guns to use.