It is like a survival of the fittest test from a Road Warrior world.
I bet the Rube Goldberg monkey bar contraptions of my boyhood are gone today also, or at least moved off the concrete.
Boys need to be challenged.
Get off my g-dd——d obstacle, Pvt. Pyle!
From the article: “... additional schools may be jumping on the banning balls bandwagon.”
I think most school administrators have had their balls banned by now.
They are using the lead paint bulcrap to remove all the good old apparatus from the playgrounds.
Some of the new stuff is ok though
And the river is still the river. And the beach th beach
Etc.
A lesson I learned pretty quick: if riding a bike down stairs, never, ever lean forward. I went splat on my face and somehow didn’t lose a tooth, but I still have the subdermal (would that be the right word?) chip that shows if you look for it.
“You aren’t old enough for this swing set from the 1920s, but check it out closely, the slide isn’t a slide at all but is some kind of diabolical death trap——”
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Good lord. I would have avoided that like the plague because I was a “girly” girl which was an acceptable thing to be in those days.
The mother in the picture seems to be on high alert though. Some things never change.:-)
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