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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.
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