We used to have metal swings that were flat and they had hard rubber around the edge. If you got hit with the swing, you took a shot. Our swings were right on the beach and we’d keep track of how far you jumped by the prints you left in the sand.
Right on the beach, I’m jealous. :)
We jumped into grass and had green-stained heels and knees. My mom was often none-too-happy with the grass stains on the homemade culotte sets she had sewn me. I was a fashionista, that with the cat-eye glasses and all. LOL