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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

M is for Merry-Go-Round



How many of you are old enough to remember these?




I got to the thinking about this today.  As an adult, I’m so busy it seems like I’m on this thing a lot of the time and can’t get off just to take a breather.  That makes me wish for the childhood days and recess when we could play and forget all of our cares.

Of course, we had these things on our playground in elementary school as well as the monkey bars and swings.  Back then, people weren’t so worried about their kids falling off and breaking arms and legs or cracking their heads open.  However, today there are so many regulations in place for every stage of life and playground equipment is no exception.

Today these open merry-go-rounds are possibly a hazard, so how did we manage it “way back when” and live to tell about it.

We had all sorts of destructive entertainment at home too, when I was a kid, and amazingly, we all grew to adulthood without too much wear and tear.

To give you a brief synopsis, we played on rusty wrecked cars parked in the weeds to the side of the house.  I’m sure we scratched ourselves many times on those as we crawled across the trunk, top and hood, pretending they were a divided highway and we were the cars going down the road.  I think about this and wonder if we had highly imaginative minds or were a bit crazy.

We had chinaberry fights all the time and were always climbing trees to gather ammo while dodging the berries fired at us.

We always came home with lots of welts.  We swung high on tire swings tied to a cottonwood tree near the cow fence.  I think we all got scratched more than once on the barbwire.

We would play darts in the hallway and it’s a wonder no one’s eye was ever put out by sticking your head out there at the wrong time.

We even fell in cow poop occasionally playing baseball in the pasture.

The only disaster I can recall is when we were playing Tarzan, swinging from the chinaberry trees and my sister, Bonni, fell and cracked her head open when it was her turn.  She’s the only one that ever had to go to the hospital for an accident.  I think that’s amazing, considering there were seven of us into something all the time.

Part of this is a re-blog from 2012

8 comments:

  1. One of my earliest memories is getting sick on one of those things on my 5th birthday! I'm always amazed at how "safe" everything has to be these days. I'm amazed any of us survived childhood.

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    1. Stephanie,

      When I think back, I'm surprised we survived childhood too.

      Sunni

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  2. We took my friend's little boy to a park on the weekend, there was no roundabout as such but a very strange thing that went around, but you wouln't be able to go very fast on it as it had a slant to it...

    Mars
    Curling Stones for Lego People

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    1. Mars,

      They make the merry-go-rounds different these days. I doubt there are any of these old ones around anymore.

      Thanks for visiting and leaving a comment.

      Sunni

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  3. I remember those merry-go-rounds. Riding on them always made me sick so I would usually volunteer to be the one pushing. It is amazing that any of us survived childhood. :)

    TaMara
    AJ's AtoZ wHooligan
    Tales of a Pee Dee Mama

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  4. Yes TaMara, it is amazing. Children today really miss out because of all the regulations to protect us from ourselves. Thanks for visiting my blog and reading.

    Sunni

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  5. That's so funny, we did all the same things... even the part about crawling on old rusty cars. I freaked my mother out a few times with some of the injuries I got. The only injury that stayed with me, however, was on the monkey bars. I was chasing a boy during tag, and he jumped into the middle. I thrust my arm forward at him, and chipped my tooth on the bar! LOL

    Random Musings from the KristenHead — M is for Max (the Puppy) and Mom

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    1. Kristen,

      I can't believe you crawled on old rusty cars too. I thought we were bad. It's a wonder we didn't hurt ourselves more than we did. Chipping a tooth is pretty bad.

      Sunni

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