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Hmmmm, it doesn't say anything about winding up the swings
and letting them spin until you get so dizzy you throw up.

What's next? Tetherball? My brother and I used to whack ours with the croquet mallets.

I miss those brisk dodgeball games...kept us on our toes.

I loved doing that...winding up the swings and letting them spin, until we were so very dizzy...we loved doing that...and swinging up as high as we could and then jumping off...

And we loved the monkeybars, and I was always the one on top, hanging upside down, with my ponytails swinging in the breeze...

And with my brother and my boy cousins who lived downstairs of us, we would play on the see saws, and laughed with delight when one or the other decided to play dirty and jump off, and you smacked your bottom so hard on the ground...

And when the slide was not too busy, instead of walking up the stairs to the top of the slide, we used to like to run up the slide itself, straight to the top, and then reverse and go down the slide...or doing a train down the slide, with as many kids as we could get together to make themselves into a little train, and speed down the slide...

And in the summer when our families went to the country for the dads to fish, ,and the moms to cook, we kids would take off for hours, climbing hills, climbing trees, playing ball, , exploring all of the great outdoors...

And just in our own backyard...making forts, seeing who could climb the highest in our favorite cherry tree, in the winter, making igloos...also in the winter, going to the park, and riding our sleds down the biggest hill, ending up on top of the frozen lagoon...and ice skating on the lagoon, ,and playing crack the whip...

And riding our bikes, playing 'Traffic Court'...no helmets, no training wheels, no parents trailing behind...just good old fun...

And then once in a while, the boys would decide to have target practice, and would use bamboo poles, to throw at the target...and I, being the only girl, was always the target...they would line me up against the basement door, and the goal was to throw your pole, and miss me...by and large, they usually did miss me, ,tho once in a while, a bamboo pole, would be coming straight at me...but I was quick, and usually able to get out of the way in time...

We were all of the Baby Boomer generation...I guess we should have all died as children, considering that all the things we did for amusement, would now be considered 'dangerous' and 'life threatening' by todays namby pamby generation...