No. Just add it to the quote system and move on.

I dunno. I think my biggest danger was my brother. He shot me with a bb gun, he toppled over the swingset while I was on it, one of them tossed me off ot the high slide......yeah right, being the baby was a good thing?

I made myself use a seatbelt because if I didn't, my mom would slam on the brakes and we'd go flying and hit the back of her seat.

I always took responsibility for what happened to me. Or, rather, I was always blamed? So, I just accepted it. Once I was hit by a car and I knew I'd get in trouble for being out on the bike so I just got up, grabbed the bike, and ran home. I knew my mom would say 'What were you doing to make that guy hit you with his car?????'

I don't know what a golden shower is but with the comments I can sort of figure it out.....

Jumping of the swing at its apex...onto concrete. Flip dismounts from the highbar...onto concrete. Falling from the top of the jungle gym...onto concrete.

Who needs "cushioning"?

Good times.

Much of which explains the condition of my knees today.

And perhaps part of the reason for my knee and foot surgeries.

We did cherry drops and death drops and had monkey bar fights. Oh and trued to walk across the top of the monkey bars. And played "Frogger" with a snake by running through the swings (while in motion) to get to the other side. The first person "out" got to be the snake, by laying on the ground under the moving swings to get the people running across.

I remember the girls at school used to do a move where they sat astride the bar, with their ankles locked together (ie: legs crossed, and swivelled 360 degrees around the bar, ending up upright again.

I don't remember what they called the move, but it was incredible to watch.

Pole dancing?

My elementary school had really tall swings. The top bar was probably 15-18 feet high. So we had significant air when when jumping out of them (though bark dust was on the ground so no concrete).

In fifth grade one of my fellow students broke his arm when he landed wrong. The school went into complete lockdown and panic mode and for a long time the swings were closely monitored during recess and they took out the seats at the end of the day.

We all honestly could not understand the fuss. A broken arm was a really cool prize (even the kid thought so once it didn't hurt so much) and we were all jealous.

Pine cone wars

Backflips off the trampoline

Diving dead man style into the pool (headfirst, arms by your side)

Ah, memories