This entry at bloggingbaby.com made me start thinking about the playgrounds of my past.
Don't get me wrong I love the space age ground padding and super safe equipment we have today. But there was a sense of the wild about our old playground. This could have something to do with the fact that mom would send us out at daybreak and call us in at sundown. The playground became the place where big kids were made and sissies were broken. But more likely it was the crazyass vertigo we got riding the hot metal merry-go-round that made us feel giddy with freedom. The older kids would make it go so fast you could barely hang on to the handles with your little sweaty hands.
Many a kid (raising hand) had some serious injuries from those bolts that stuck out of the equipment. I know I sliced my cookie sliding down a swing set pole. My Our Bodies Ourselves parents reassured me by showing me the bloody cut with a mirror. Assuming that once I could see it was just a slight gash and not a gaping wound I would be reassured. Think again. Think. Again.
My biggest envy of our playground was this large rounded metal clown. I'm not sure what purpose the park designers thought the clown fort would serve but in my neck of the woods it became a giant piss echo chamber. All the boys would line up facing the rounded walls of the clown and urinate at the same time. Producing a magical resonate sound that filled all the girls with envy. Some of us attempted to replicate this. And some of us had our mother's called for running around the park without any underpants on. Which was fine with some of us since it made going down the slide hurt like something else.
What was your killer playground favorite? Check out Retrocrush's San Francisco park for some inspiration. I'm green with envy over the Thunderdome Swing!
All pictures are courtesy of Retrocrush.
Check out some more vintage park horror here!