New Playgrounds Are Safe—and That's Why Nobody Uses Them

[Dowly]

Originally Posted by krashkart

We used sticks, rocks, dirt clods, and sometimes marshmallows. Whatever we could get our grubby little hands on, we'd beat each other senseless with.

Haha, we used pine cones. The ones that are long-ish and pretty darn hard.

[krashkart]

Originally Posted by Dowly

Haha, we used pine cones. The ones that are long-ish and pretty darn hard.

I forgot about the pine cones. Those things hurt like crazy! The best ones to use are still green and sappy, so not only do you get good impact you also get tree sap on your opponents.

One night, in my early twenties, we got into a bagel fight behind a Bruegger's Bagels. Bagels are somewhat soft, but it don't feel too good when you get zinged in the nards with one.

[antikristuseke]

Originally Posted by Dowly

Haha, we used pine cones. The ones that are long-ish and pretty darn hard.

We used pinecones when things were friendly, but there were rivalries between kids in different appartment buildings so things escalated to stones, was awesome.

[Marcantilan]

With a 3 years daughter, I watch a lot Disney´s channels. In Mickey Mouse CLubhouse everything is dull. Really, I prefer the times when Donald smoked and Black Pete was really a badass.

Anyway...

[Bilge_Rat]

I remember when I was 10-11, for fun during the winter, we would toboggan down a run near our house, but it was no ordinary run, about a 30 degree angle, maybe 10 feet wide with trees on both sides and at the very end of the slope was a brick wall so we had to do a very quick stop to avoid it. We never thought twice about it. It still amazes me no one was ever hurt.

I also remember having BB gun fights with live pellets. Eye injury? what's that.


good old days.

[Buddahaid]

I just had a BB gun fight last weekend with bronze and steel BB's. Been doing it for years but we have headgear to keep the head from damage. I was hit a good 140 times and have several nice welts to show for it and at 56 I should retire but it's just too damned fun.

[u crank]

Between the ages 8 to 12 years old I lived at Camp Borden, a military base about 70 km. north of Toronto, Canada. My Dad was in the Air force but our house was about 100 yds from the Army training area. Guess where we played? My two brothers and our friends would spend most of our summer vacation roaming this vast playground. We'd watch the tanks, hide from the M.P.s and have a riot. We'd bring home live ammo, 303 rounds that my Dad would use to hunt deer. I also learned how to smoke out there. Every day was a new adventure. I shudder at the thought of my kids or my 12 yr. old grandson doing this but we thought nothing of it. My Dad knew but Mom had no idea. Times have definitely changed. This was '58-'62.

This is what happens when you don't have computers or video games!