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[Mark_BX25D]

They pulled it all down in the lste 80's and installed one of those fancy wooden ones with the sanded and polished surfaces so the sissies wouldn't get hurt.

Which is exactly why they are sissies.

 

[Tughill Tom]

 

[Daren Todd]

Which is exactly why they are sissies.

I agree

 

[Magicman]

 

[Magicman]

SON: "Daddy, may I ask you a question?"
DAD: "Yeah sure, what is it?"
SON: "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"
DAD: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?"
SON: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"
DAD: "If you must know, I make $100 an hour."
SON: "Oh! (With his head down).
SON: "Daddy, may I please borrow $50?"
The father was furious.
DAD: "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior."
The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.
The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?
After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $ 50 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.
DAD: "Are you asleep, son?"
SON: "No daddy, I'm awake".
DAD: "I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier. It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $50 you asked for."
The little boy sat straight up, smiling.
SON: "Oh, thank you daddy!"
Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.
The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.
The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.
DAD: "Why do you want more money if you already have some?"
SON: "Because I didn't have enough, but now I do.
"Daddy, I have $100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I want to play with you."
The father was crushed.
He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.
It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life.
We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.

 

[Fordtech86]

 

[Fordtech86]

 

[Biker1mike]

Which is exactly why they are sissies.

My SILs are all from that later era and I dare you to call any of them sissies to their face. The cop would laugh and walk away while the other two may have a much more adverse reaction.
The one that spent far too much time in the f'ing desert fighting the bad guys is far from the sissie type.
Two out of three daughters from that time period have CCPs and take crap from no one. Well, they still have to take crap from me because that is the rule.

 

[Old_Paint]

I chipped a tooth and got some bruised ribs from the one on the playground at my elementary school in the early 80's. Just got the crown replaced a few years ago

Also had the different sized wooden posts sticking out of the ground in a curly cue made out of telephone poles that you could run up. Got some pretty decent infections from the splinters

They pulled it all down in the lste 80's and installed one of those fancy wooden ones with the sanded and polished surfaces so the sissies wouldn't get hurt.

I grew up in a children’s home (aka orphanage, though I really wasn’t an orphan). We had 3 swing sets, a 10 footer, a 15 footer, and a 30 footer. The 30 footer had a 4 inch pipe for a cross beam, i.e. plenty large for 10 year old feet. If I got in the mood to razz up one of the house mothers, I’d climb the support legs and walk the cross beam until someone tattled on me, at which point it was up to me to decide how much pain I was willing to endure when I came back down, but I knew I better not push it to the point of them calling the fire department.
We also had two slides, a 12 footer and a 30 footer. The 30 footer had a stainless steel surface, and we figured out that it was much faster if we used the spent milk cartons from the kitchen to wwax it up, much the inverse reason for waxing a surf board. We’d get it really fast, and wait for the inevitable big boy wannabes to go for the ride of their life, literally. There were a lot broken bones attributed to that slide.

Then, there was the Pyramid monkey bars, fromwhich we’d hang upside down by our knees to try toimpress the girls in the home. Did I mention that too was 30 feet tall?

Back then, kids learned, or they didn’t. Every day was an adventure in the pursuit of the proof of Darwin’s Theory of Selectivity.

 

[Mark_BX25D]

My SILs are all from that later era and I dare you to call any of them sissies to their face. The cop would laugh and walk away while the other two may have a much more adverse reaction.
The one that spent far too much time in the f'ing desert fighting the bad guys is far from the sissie type.
Two out of three daughters from that time period have CCPs and take crap from no one. Well, they still have to take crap from me because that is the rule.

Oh, I get it. You are unable to comprehend the difference between a general comment, which normal people understand to NOT be intended to be universal, and a specific attack on your particular relatives.

Got it.

 

[Toyboy]

 

[RCW]

I didn’t want nor need playground equipment. Hated height, and was part of my responsibility as a farm kid.

A hay mow can be a great place for a rope swing when empty. Could be high and treacherous when full.

Hanging blower pipe on a 40’ silo could be a challenge.

Better yet climbing the silo in January to throw sileage down. Doors were always wet and slick.

Nah, the other kids could play on the Jungle Gym……wasn’t a novelty to me.

 

[Old_Paint]

I didn’t want nor need playground equipment. Hated height, and was part of my responsibility as a farm kid.

A hay mow can be a great place for a rope swing when empty. Could be high and treacherous when full.

Hanging blower pipe on a 40’ silo could be a challenge.

Better yet climbing the silo in January to throw sileage down. Doors were always wet and slick.

Nah, the other kids could play on the Jungle Gym……wasn’t a novelty to me.

After leaving the city and moving to a farm with my mother and step dad, I decided to build a tree house. Not like I had to worry about my sisters wanting anything to do with it, but I wanted it high. Really high, just to make sure they would never get any ideas about eviction and disposition. In a ginormous white oak. Far away from the house. It was good fun until I backed off the edge while building the floor. My mother heard me scream on the way down (from nearly a quarter mile away), then got mad when I didn’t respond to her immediately and came to the “job site” to determine my lack of response. Not worried or concerned, just mad that I didn’t answer her. I was still trying to figure why I was still alive and how I was going to get some air back in my lungs after landing miraculously safe flat on my back. The tree house was condemned by higher authority, and my sisters’ snickers still burn in my memories.

 

[Daren Todd]

After leaving the city and moving to a farm with my mother and step dad, I decided to build a tree house. Not like I had to worry about my sisters wanting anything to do with it, but I wanted it high. Really high, just to make sure they would never get any ideas about eviction and disposition. In a ginormous white oak. Far away from the house. It was good fun until I backed off the edge while building the floor. My mother heard me scream on the way down (from nearly a quarter mile away), then got mad when I didn’t respond to her immediately and came to the “job site” to determine my lack of response. Not worried or concerned, just mad that I didn’t answer her. I was still trying to figure why I was still alive and how I was going to get some air back in my lungs after landing miraculously safe flat on my back. The tree house was condemned by higher authority, and my sisters’ snickers still burn in my memories.

Chipped a tooth and bruised a couple ribs off the steel monkey bars.

Busted my arm the first time playing on a set of wooden monkey bars

Went to swing my feet up to hang upside down and my hands slipped. I landed on my stomach. Arm was tucked between me and a decent sized stone.

Snapped my wrist perfectly across the growth plate. Hand was on top of wrist

Since I was 10 and still growing, and the break was through the growth plate, I had to have my arm measured periodically over the years to make sure it was the same length as my other arm.

Grandmother was the director of nurses for the local hospital. She called in a favor to probably the best surgeon in the state. Gram and that doctor had opened that hospital.

Anyway , gram didn't like the surgeon on call for that evening. So she called the retired surgeon. He came up there in the middle of the night and set my wrist. Did a fantastic job with it as well.

 

[i7win7]

 

[i7win7]

 

[Toyboy]

 

[Toyboy]

 

[Daren Todd]

 

[Daren Todd]