My kindergarten had a much cruder and unsafe version of this. My system has a scar on her forehead from the time fell off of it and an open ended pipe in the structure hit her. We went absolutely wild spinning that thing.
I hope your system is doing butter thesis dames.
Poetry.
Idk theres a car dealership that has a 2 level version of this. The middle part is raised and spins with the base. Its not as wide as the old ones, but it seems just as dangerous.
Then theres the single person versions that works off of like angled centrifugal force? Idk. It spins and spins just from body weight. They can start it on their own, but I’ve had random kids ask me to help them stop, cause they couldn’t do it themselves. I see variations of these in most newer playgrounds. Some have you sitting, some standing. Many parents still dont give a shit.
We used to walk up hill both ways in the snow to the hospital
sadly modern adults are concerned about “safety” and “injuries”
Pffft. 70s Scotland says ‘hold my beer’.
We had a Witches Hat. Far bigger than the one in this video and we went a lot quicker and with a lot more perturbation.
A core memory of mine is getting flung off of one of these things because of the centrifugal force, falling on my back, and being unable to breathe for like 20-30 seconds … until I screamed at the top of my lungs, and things slowly returned to normal, while the teacher just went: oh you’re fine, don’t be a baby. I was 6.
Jesus Christ
When people ask where I was at during 9/11. I didn’t find out about it until hours after it happened
Wrong thread, I think. So what were you doing hours before you found out about it?
I was young, I just know I was playing on one of these before I heard about it
Maybe he was west coast and sleeping. The first plane hit pretty early in the morning.
I was shaving my head. Happened to have the news on the TV in the background and thought ‘fuck, that’s awful’ after the first plane, then ‘fuck, that’s deliberate’ after the second. I guess the twin towers is our ‘you remember where you were moment’ for those of us too young to remember the moon landings.
I was in school at the time. The teacher had it on the tv when I walked in (just after the first plane hit) and I was so excited to watch an action movie instead of doing work. When the camera didn’t change the view for a couple minutes, everyone gave me the stinkeye when I criticized it for being boring.
Then my teacher explained what was happening and told us all to rmember it because people will ask us for the rest of our lives where we were when this happened. I didn’t get it at the time, but he was right.
I remember when I was 6 years old I fell off one of these things at full speed and almost killed myself. Funny times.
Got really drunk with some other folks at a wedding reception in a park. It had one of these. There were about 10 of us crammed on it and two other people were spinning it. We went flying and it was incredible. 10/10 would recommend.
my friend’s 6 year old sister actually broke her leg on one of these back in the day
This is the way
The parents not caring is bullshit. Once my Dad came over and explained, we were doing it wrong and demonstrated for the kids a better, faster, more dangerous method before then ignoring us and heading back to the other adults.
One thing I hate about being a 90s kid is that I was not allowed to do anything fun that could potentially injure me, because religious conservative Boomer parents were afraid of anything and everything back then. I wasn’t even allowed to play StarCraft because it had “craft” in the name, and “craft” was associated with Witchcraft. My dad wouldn’t even pump gas without inspecting the handle closely beforehand because he thought get people were gluing HIV-infected needles to them.
Even after I moved out he would constantly come over unannounced to check on me. If I refused to answer, he’d call the police and file a missing person’s report. I was actually somewhat relieved when he died a couple of years ago, because for the first time in my life, I was allowed to be an independent adult at the age of 35
Fellow 90s kid, my parents were exactly the same. Religious background, fox news constantly, I once didn’t text back within 2 hours and had a neighbor contacted via Facebook knocking on my door in my 30s (to be fair I work on call so it’s atypical). I got lectured at 18 for buying an m rated game in front of them… Police report was a bit much; but I you aren’t alone.
Side note I would recommend this nostalgic song: high fives - 90s kid anthem by Dr awkward
90s kid here: Your parents were just insane.
Not from what I saw on the news back then. The 90s (especially the early 90s after Rodney King) was fear-mongering central. Maybe you were just lucky enough to have parents who could see through the bullshit being fed to them on the 5 'o clock news. Back then everybody watched the local news.
Sorry to tell you. Controling parents exist independent of the times. Them calling the police on you is a classic abusive move which is shitty behavior in it self, but the strain on society is fucked up as well. Classic narcist behavior. We love our parents either way deep down, but no need to make excuses for them. Go be happy, enjoy your life, do better with your kids. Help them become independent while being safe. Trust me they will still love you. Stop the cycle. <3
This post makes me question my interpretation of events.
I have acquaintances who seem to have a paranoid belief that every other person in the world is a paedophile just waiting for an opportunity to kidnap their child. Growing up in the 90s, I had a great deal of freedom in comparison to this thought process. I played cricket on the streets, I walked around the neighbourhood without concern, I walked my dog in the evenings. My parents didn’t seem to think I would be unsafe without them around to coddle me.
I guess no matter the generation there are parents who go too far in one extreme or another… Though tbh, being concerned about witchcraft seems more medieval than boomer. Sorry for your loss, but I’m glad you feel more free now. I imagine it must be a complex mix of emotions.
Same here. Raised by fundamentalist catholics. Its funny you mention pumping gas though haha. I couldn’t pump gas because my cousin did once and got soaked in gas. I learned decades later its because he wasn’t supposed to pump the gas but did anyway when no one was watching and squeezed the handle as he pulled it out of the pump and sprayed it everywhere.
I couldn’t play Magic: The Gathering because you “summoned” monsters and that meant summoning demons to my mom. Same story with YuGiOh and Pokemon.
Halloween was the devils holiday and was a somber affair.
Harry Potter was the work of Satan and was going to force me to be wiccan and eat babies or something.
There’s probably a lot more that I’ve finally been able to forget.
That sucks man. Religion ruins childhoods.
It really does. I wasn’t allowed to believe in Santa, and celebrating Halloween was completely out of the question. I was 30 the first time I was allowed to go trick or treating. Now that dad’s dead, I go all-out on Halloween every single year. Suck it, you Trump-loving bastard.
(Just kidding: I love you dad. Rest in peace.)
I’m glad you find my abusive childhood funny. My dad used to beat the fuck out of me but that wasn’t the topic of conversation.
Its great you had a good relationship with your dad, really. My dad gets real fuckin dodgy whenever I confront him about it and all he can say is “at least I never hit your face”.
Fuck you.
I don’t find it funny. All those things really happened. You misinterpreted my comment. I was saying “just kidding” to my dead dad, not you.
I had a terrible relationship with my dad, but he was still there for me when no one else was, so I can’t hate him even if he was an abusive narcissist.
But that’s not the point. The point is I know what you’ve been through, and I feel for you.
Ah. I took your last line as meaning that your entire comment was sarcastic, sorry. I deleted my comment.
Sorry for what you went through, I can relate to how shitty that must have been for you.
I hope things have improved for you and you’re in a better place now.
That blows, because we’re similar age, I’m born in '87, and I look back fondly at the freedom I had as a kid. It’s a bit how I intend to model my parenting around, although it’s hard to escape modern times in my mind sometimes. But my kids will wander around the neighborhood alone (in a couple of years, still too young), get dirty, stay out til the sun goes down, that kind of thing, with the caveat of not bothering people and their properties. Probably easier said than done on my part, we shall see.
Same age but I made the mistake of spending a few years prosecuting folks for sex crimes involving kids.
So… I will absolutely not be letting my kids wander like I did but I’ll also admit to having a fuck ton of vicarious trauma! 👍
You got lucky then. Late 80s and early 90s were peak Satanic panic. It ruined lots of us 90s kids.
I’m in Jersey (New), and while we attended Catholic services, we weren’t exactly religious, and nor were my neighbors and the town in general. Perhaps it was regional. I have heard of this, just didn’t experience it. My parents also let a little bit of Satan into their lives sometimes too, as anyone who was in their 20s in the '80s did.
I was born 87 and it wasn’t like this in England at all.
Damn dude, I hope things are better for you
Not really (I’m still a wage slave with severe ADHD and bipolar disorder) but the life insurance check sure helped. But now most of that is gone—even though I was smart and invested most of it—because due to a series of unfortunate events, I had to buy three cars and replace the engine in one of them since his death. If you’re interested, a brief summary of what happened is below:
Paid off the remainder of my car loan the moment I got the check. A few months later, the mechanic noticed a grinding sound from the transmission. Because it was a hybrid with a sophisticated planetary eCVT (Ford C-Max), that ended up being a $8200 bill. So I traded in the car for a Genesis Coupe BK1 3.8.
Did my first oil change a month later and found metal in the oil. I decided to just keep driving it and replace the engine once it finally blew; well unfortunately I never got to that point because a few months later I slid the car backwards into a pole in attempt to avoid a collision with a driver who merged into my lane without looking. I overcorrected and completely totaled the car. Insurance refused to pay out because it was technically my fault, and I couldn’t even part it out because the tow yard that took it wanted to charge me more than the scrap value of the car. So I had no choice but to let them keep it.
So next I bought a 350Z from AutoNation Nissan. It burned so much oil that I was literally adding a quart every 300 miles. A month and a half later, it threw a rod and I had to spend literally half the value of the car to replace the engine.
So to tl:dr things up, basically I went from $75k to under $8k in just two years, all because I got scammed by shady dealers three times in a row. My biggest regret is paying off my first car, instead of just letting it get repossessed and simply buying a brand new car. Live and learn. FWIW I also bought an OLED TV and built a kickass gaming PC with a 7700X and a 4090, so I didn’t lose all of it without having something to show for it.
Thanks for listening. I tried to keep my story as brief as possible.
My grade school playground equipment was made of old tires, chains, and wooden posts. Injuries abounded, and not one of our 1980s parents gave a shit.
But the ones that survived were warriors all. We’ve seen the enemy, and it goes round and round and round and round.
Like many, we got one going way too fast. But what got me was a rock that shifted underneath it while I was spinning on my back holding on to the middle with my feet. Clocked me in the back of the head, felt like a bullet. I was alright, but it could have been much worse…
The game was, you’d put one kid in the middle and then everybody else would do their level best to spin the damn thing so fast it would either drill into the Earth’s mantle or take off like a helicopter.
In my home village we have a much safer and much better version of it:
You can accelerate yourself by just pulling at the plate in the middle, meaning that everyone can have fun and you can probably get much higher speeds.
Exactly you can use the railing to hang on the outside. Greater speed and much more fun.
„Safer“ until you get flung against the metal bar before flying off. Because to get it up to speed you have to stand up.
Meh, the constant threat of being thrown violently out into oblivion was most of the fun!
Back in my day, we walked for miles uphill in the snow to school, we rode the unprotected meatspin, broke all of our bones, and then we walked for miles uphill back home. Kids these days are so spoiled and pampered!!!
