My friends, younger brothers, sisters and I
were helping, when we weren’t
running around like lunatics.
All rough and tumble
there was always
mud, sometimes blood and tears
but it was always such an adventure.
This type of park was a new idea
They turned trees into forts
and made high walkways that had to be
negotiated with care because there was only
rope as a side bar to hold onto
and, on some trees they tied zip lines
about twenty feet above the ground
sloping down the hill
where we’d climb up to the platform
and queue like fools waiting
to jump off and swing
yelling like Tarzan as we whooshed
down the line
holding on to the rope pulley for dear life
because there was no harness to sit in back then
it was all hanging on and on a wing and a prayer
adrenaline on fire through
excitement and fear.
There were no safety nets anywhere
we were tough and if you fell
you hurt and you yelled.
We’d swing on tyres
hanging from those trees
scrape our hands and knees
get back up and do it all
when we were tired out
we’d join the student teachers
sit around their camp fire
talk about peace and love
and teach us hippy songs like
Blowing in the wind.
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LOL Some of my ….good old days.
*The images are all from Google but, our Adventure playground was much the same. There was nothing built by anyone official to do with making ‘safe’ playground for kids back then. It was all rough and ready and….a huge adventure to us kids who weren’t too scared of getting hurt. LOL
Shared with Poets United Think Tank #97 Playground