When I was growing up, the local burgerking had an amazing playground. It was a three story monster where the way up was by going into a cylindrical tube, fully metal, with a ladder in it. Once you get in, you are going up. Once up, the way to get down was to pray-and-lean to get a firestation style pole to the ground, or you had to jump to reach it.
Kid got killed on it, so the local place took metal and sealed off the entrance. Some kids tried to climb the fire poles up and got hurt, so they had to demolish it.
I keep trying to find photographs of it to show my wife / kiddo, but it seems noone took pics. Or, at least, it was never posted online. I'd like to find out how much of my memory is real, and how much of it was because I was a tiny kid.
I remember those; especially the smell. Nobody ever cleaned inside them. Definitely built up your immune system though! Just imagine what the bacterial load in those things was.
I remember that those big tires were 1) fun to climb on, and 2) an early and lasting lesson that things get really hot when sitting out in the sun, and that sometimes things feel cold before you realize they are burning the living fuck out of you.
Mine too! They were set upright (like they are on a vehicle) and partly buried in the ground. Kids would crawl in them and just hang out in the cool shade inside. There were 3 tires, one was definitely "the best", and you had to be fast if you wanted to get any of them!
My school had a set of ~7 meters high monkey bars, it was so long kids had to slide down the vertical support posts, only a few were brave enough to climb on it and even fewer had the strength to reach the end. It was demolished in 00s.
The other crazy piece of equipment I never saw again were these swings. Unlike ordinary swings where you just sit and oscillate 120 degrees, with these, you had to hang from the hand holds, the rotation was not limited by the top bar and could rotate 360 degrees (some regular swings had that too, though). The swings were symmetrical and counterbalanced, so two people could swing at the same time on the opposite sides, the design encouraged rotation instead of swinging, lifting you about 3 meters high. My classmate broke both her arms on these, soon after the swings were removed.
I haven't had a close look at contemporary playgrounds but they certainly don't look anything like this.
I'm kind of torn on this.
On the one hand, I was lucky enough to grow up in an environment without much supervision; just about the only fear drilled into me by dad was "don't screw around with electricity". Other than that, we got up to a lot of trouble and the sensation of visceral fear from a massive miscalculation of physics was something I got accustomed to, amongst other forms of childhood terror of my own making. From my perspective, it's hard to argue in favor of a sheltered, over-safe childhood compared to a childhood where boys will be boys.
But on the other hand, minor scrapes aside, a close childhood friend died in an ATV accident that was completely avoidable if we had any sort of safety standards, and I did crack my skull open once and had to be rushed to the ER.
I wonder what the right balance between the two would look like.
> I wonder what the right balance between the two would look like.
Appropriate safety standards. ATVs with helmets and four wheels not three. Tall playgrounds with appropriately soft ground materials for falling. Eliminating the stupid dangers without eliminating all of the danger. Having a decent sense of progression of risks. Having good responses when accidents do happen.
Basically design experiences expecting nonzero accident rates and design for those failures to go well.
Yeah, that sounds reasonable. I feel like the article makes some good points with terrible illustrations. I mean, on the playgrounds I was around, the swings had metal frames, solid bars rather than chains and the fence was within jumping/falling distance. These are all things that are improved these days without changing anything about the size of the swing itself. We don't have to show the playground as a dangerous gauntlet that it was decades ago as an good alternative to the oversimplified things we see today.
>I wonder what the right balance between the two would look like.
There ain't one that ll work for everyone (but maybe climbing trees with earth beneath them..?). And this is not specific to this particular topic.
The whole of human existence is finding the spot of right balance for themselves between opposing pair of forces. But "Freedom + Fun + mental fortitude" <-> "Safety+ big brother watching over you + less freedom" is probably a one goes on throughout ones whole life..
But the forces that wants to exploit you will happily sell you a "right balance" that is hard to objectively argue against, which happen to be one of the curse of our "modern" times.
Haha, we did things like twist together the wires in an electric cord and plug it in.
In another post, I remarked how we built an electric DC motor in Cub Scouts out of wood, nails, and wire. It spun merrily with a 1.5V dry cell. Naturally, that wasn't enough power to satisfy, it needed more cowbell. So we attached it to an electric cord and plugged it in.
It vibrated fiercely for a few seconds, then burst into flames. I learned about AC that day.
I've been shocked many times by 220V, but it wasn't until I got my own TV that I started respecting electricity. The teacher was a flyback converter (and its capacitors).
Only had to be shocked once to understand you don't fuck around with electricity. I don't remember much about it now, but I do remember the pain.
Second time I learned not all insulation is equal - got shocked through a basic screwdriver's plastic handle, that was a real WTF moment, I thought "how is this possible, I did everything right, didn't touch anything conductive?" :D
From then on I was really careful, learned to test/stop/discharge outlets, capacitors, and anything with electricity.
I got the tail end of this glorious era - even in to the early 90s we had magnificent structures almost this big, with swings that made you feel like you could touch the stars because the chains were so long. The entire class sprinted to the playground every recess period. There was a broken arm every 4-5 years, but I sure felt like it was worth the risk. And still do. The late 90s brought about rapid change and by the time I graduated high-school in 2000 nobody used the “playground” because it was just boring after being ripped apart and replaced with safe alternatives like giant tic-tac-toe boards.
Agree... we had slides, swings, and jungle gyms that were 8+ feet tall in the 70s and most of the 80s.. They removed the last of the big 15ft diameter merry-go-rounds in the 90s.
Same for me - I remember a giant "airplane" frame, made of steel pipes/tubing, it was maybe 5 meters wide, 10 meters long, and was at least two meters off the ground.
There were little ladders to enter the body, and monkey-bars along the wings.
I've often thought back and wished I had photographs of it, as it was in a giant field of grass, on a huge slab of concrete. When you fell, and you'd always fall, you remembered it.
Most of the UK parks were like that; concrete/tarmac islands with heavy/solid items on them.
Later there were token changes, removing the tarmac and putting in wood-chip. Eventually even that wasn't enough and all the "dangerous" items were removed and replaced with smaller ones, with rounded corners and less risk of falling.
The school my kids go to still has much of the same equipment it had when I went there in the 1980s. You know, the stuff just made from galvanized pipe, some of it hilariously awkward and unnecessarily tall. Even the newer swings are still plenty long.
Not every playground has been replaced with tic tac toe boards at ground level. That's just places that cheaped out. There are still plenty of playgrounds with equipment you can get seriously injured on. Though I don't know if I'd call that a metric to strive for, exactly.
There is something of a resurgence of WW-II ruins like inspired structures. Less of the rounded corners and more things that resemble ad-hoc structures that might be found in ruins. Not to say sharp objects but things that contain some adventure and discovery... be it having multiple levels (earthen or otherwise) safe simulacra of vehicles, climbing, jumping, etc.
the one removal I agree most with is metal slides --hot, hot... though Glen park playground installed metal slides for some reason and so does yerba buena.
Things appear to be different in the UK. I went to a new playground (new as in weeks old) the other day. It has multiple metal slides, a sand pit, merry-go-rounds, towering wooden structures to climb on (perhaps 5+ metres), monkey bars, exposed concrete climbing wall/structure etc. Some photos here: https://www.brentcrosstown.co.uk/claremont-park-play
A recent realization I had is why Europe is less lawsuit prone and generally seems less concerned with liability – we don’t need to sue anyone to afford a broken bone.
It was absolutely shocking to me how many times my insurance claim form for a snowboarding accident in USA asked if I really don’t plan on suing anyone. The insurance company tries very very hard to not be the one who pays up … now imagine someone who doesn’t have good insurance.
I imagine the chance of getting sued for every playground injury makes you design things differently.
I don't know about either the US or health insurance but there is a concept called 'subrogation', which means that if the insurance company pays a claim then they have the right to sue the person who caused it.
There is a higher degree of self-responsibility here in Europe. You cannot sue someone for drinking too hot coffee or fall from a playground item. Or swallowing small LEGO pieces in a McDonalds meal.
Yes I think that stems largely from not having to find a scapegoat for your medical costs. They get paid largely without you noticing regardless of who’s at fault.
In USA admiting it was your mistake can be financially ruinous. So people don’t.
for sure. we had a 20' tall rope swing (with a big knot at the bottom to put your feet on) at my middle school. we'd do tricks like taking all four limbs off the rope at the far apex and catching it again on the way down. we'd also do backflips out of the regular metal chain swings. none of us broke any bones, surprisingly.
We had a huge adventure playground which had giant wooden poles, rope and wood walk/crawlways, tyre and rope swings, and was generally terrifying but fun.
Trying to remove all risk from play seems like a very bad idea.
" The entire class sprinted to the playground every recess period. There was a broken arm every 4-5 years, but I sure felt like it was worth the risk. And still do."
I'd be OK with it if a broken arm wasn't such a dire financial incident. I imagine it is very difficult to let kids do things like climbing trees, playing on monkey bars, or jumping on a trampoline if you are looking at a deductible that a fair chunk of your monthly income (if not all of it).
I'll also mention that in the 90's, the city I lived in was working on adding playgrounds to elementary schools because they didn't all have them. The existing playgrounds were put in by parents, which really meant that there weren't playgrounds in poor areas. They weren't building tic-tac-toe on the ground, either. They weren't necessarily metal, but still included slides and climbing and swings.
Maybe coincidence, but compared to the US where I grew up, the playgrounds here in the Netherlands are much less safety controlled. We also have universal health care coverage.
They show up as small features on new playgrounds where I live. However, our nearest neighbourhood playground was recently revamped, and the council polled nearby residents so we could vote on what sort of elements we were hoping to see added. I thought that was quite positive.
I grew up in the 80's and the school in my town had a playground like this from when it was first built in the 60's (1960's, obv), but it didn't get much attention. In the mid-80's there was a "new" playground built that was mostly wooden with metal slides, poles, some tire pit thing and monkey bars that were 8' off the ground. Splinters were an every day occurrence, the slide would get hot enough to burn in spring and summer, and in the winter if you had a hole in your mittens, your hand would get stuck to anything metal.
But the thing that really terrifies me thinking back is the "cushion" they put down on the ground. These days it's all shredded foam rubber or wood chips so if you fall, you're not hitting anything sharp. This playground however had GRAVEL. And not just from when it was first installed, they trucked in fresh gravel every six months. Cut hands, torn pants and shirts with streaks of blood were common. God forbid if you got some in your shoe. And of course, kids would throw handfuls of rocks at each other, why not? The teachers on playground duty of course did nothing to discourage any of this. Probably why in a school of less than 200 kids, there were 3 nurses.
I grew up playing in the woods, away from more urban environments, and eventually started a family in a very urban environment. It was very jarring to discover what people tend to think is acceptable for kids to get up to; letting my 4 year old climb a “big kid” slide seemingly caused several people to think I was indirectly attempting infanticide or something.
I climbed very high trees and nearly shit myself trying to get back down. Sometimes I fell out of trees. I built dangerous forts. I started fires and cooked fish on them. I cut sticks with knives and shot at bottles with a small gun or a sling shot.
My kids have no idea what this stuff is like and how sheltered they are. I try to get them out in the world, I take one of them spearfishing and harvesting out in the ocean, we fish a bit, but ultimately they really are quite soft.
I have a feeling we don’t need to send our kids up trees and make them cook fish on a fire to “harden up”, but adversity in various forms and the opportunity to overcome it either with a group or independently seems invaluable to developing kids. I do get the sense (even from my wife) that this attitude isn’t so broadly accepted or comfortable for people.
I even volunteered with a scouting group in hopes my kids might find some good opportunities, but it was extremely mellow. Nice people, some great camp fire talk, but the kids were free to complain their way out of difficult tasks or discomfort and mostly played magic cards or sat lazily through activities we’d put together.
Parents were quick to complain to us if their kids expressed that they had to do anything they disliked. For example, a moderate hike or carrying water buckets for their camp mates.
I’m not sure. Is it such a big deal? Am I myopic and assuming my youth experience had more value than theirs?
Sometimes I wonder if I wouldn’t be better off if my childhood was a little more demanding, really. I don’t mean this in a masculine context specifically, but I often feel soft. Lack of discipline, unwilling to face discomfort, etc. Perhaps my perspective on the entire matter is limited and/or poor to begin with.
I’ve read quite a bit of childhood psychology around these matters from the likes of Steve Biddulph and D.W. Winnicott but I think I could stand to read quite a bit more.
These kinds of topics always remind me of the sort of cyclical silliness evident in this quote:
The children now love luxury; they have bad manners, contempt for authority; they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place of exercise. Children are now tyrants, not the servants of their households. They no longer rise when elders enter the room. They contradict their parents, chatter before company, gobble up dainties at the table, cross their legs, and tyrannize their teachers.
I grew up in a more rural area and we always played in a old stonequarry in the woods. I went back there a few years ago and was quite shocked how high that was. I dont think our parents were aware of that. Well - we all survived (not without some injuries to teach us a lesson).
Ha, me too! It was a pretty dangerous mix of falling and drowning opportunities. The quarry I went to was flooded by a natural spring.
I never knew people personally who died in it, but there were several people who had throughout my childhood. As I recall, it was mostly teenagers drinking and swimming. If you add alcohol, even a staircase can be dangerous
Adventure Playground in Berkeley, California is a throwback to wilder playgrounds (and then some). They hand out saws, hammers, nails, and paint to 5-year-olds. Kids can modify / extend play structures however they want. The slides seem nearly vertical. Most kids smash hard in the zipline sand pit. (Guardians have to sign liability waivers at the entrance.)
My kid absolutely loves that place.
I took my kids there once during a visit to Berkeley about twenty-five years ago, and even then it seemed daring and against the grain. I don’t think that one visit was enough for my kids to see the attraction of the place, but I sure did. I would have loved to be able go there when I was a child.
Playground age for me was the early 80s which included the following spaces:
- The neighborhood playground was made out of cast concrete in a few pieces that sat on top of concrete. It looked very similar to this [1][2] but had several other concrete pipes that were quite a bit taller. Minor injuries were pretty daily.
- My elementary school playground which was made out of old telephone poles formed into various climbing equipment. Even casual scrambles ended with numerous splinters and tar stains. A couple of the pieces were easily over 10 ft tall. They sat on wood chips or gravel. There was a broken arm or other hospital ready event a couple times a year.
- Another school I went to while transferring during a move had equipment in the middle of the woods with no particular safety padding. Kids regularly jumped from equipment to trees, or fell of the large slides. It was cool looking, I remember at least 2 broken arms while I was there for half a school year.
- A local public park had a 2 story corkscrew slide that kids fell off of, and a 3 story rocket ship structure with a zipline over grass that had numerous other places to fall and get hurt. I believe they eventually tore it all down after some ICU-level injuries befell a few kids. A lot of the equipment here looks very familiar to this particular park [3]
- Another local public park built a massive climbing structure with most of it 2-3 stories off the ground with numerous slides, poles, swings, and other bits. It was all wood and a guaranteed splinter. There was also a cool tunnel full of graffiti that was also most kids' first introduction to used condoms and drug paraphernalia.
This was on top of the usual assortment of local parks with hand pushed merry-go-round death traps and other odds and ends.
It's a miracle so many of us survived childhood as all the playthings were literally trying to kill us. On the flip side, we're all monkeys and today's playgrounds often don't have much for kids to really do. The old structures on the other hand challenged us kids to overcome our fears and getting to the top of some of them felt like a major life accomplishment and often forced us to build temporary alliances to help each other up, in, down, or across complex and scary feeling play spaces. They taught both real and imagined limits and how to discover the former while defeating the later.
I don't know what the educational and emotional benefit of modern playsets are supposed to support.
I honestly don't think it's the playground design, it's the parents.
There's a school near me with a nice large area great for skating around. Most of the equipment is the newer style plastic hunks with soft edges and a rubber mat surface on the ground.
Have seen kids there find all sorts of ways to nearly injury themselves. They're having fun like I used to as a kid. And we had the murder bars and fling-yourself-gorounds. Newer designs might only help prevent scraped knees and pinched fingers.
Now the kids with their helicopter parents look annoyed and miserable. The kid tries to run and gets yelled at to slow down. They get to excited and told to calm down. Parents will wait at the bottom of slides and catch kids before they have even reached the end.
You'll have nosy neighbors calling cops on kids because they're walking down street without parents.
We've created a fear bubble around kids and they don't know what danger is. Let them make mistakes! Let them explore their spacial surroundings and fall down!
> We've created a fear bubble around kids and they don't know what danger is
I believe they do know, and its far worse than the danger of a broken arm or sprained ankle. It's the danger of being shot dead. I urge everyone to read this article and imagine yourself as a child being told this stuff and "practicing" hiding and being quiet in an active shooter scenario. Far more terrifying than any playground from the past.
It seems to be a trend all around the western world but the danger of being shot isn't present outside of the US. I think it's more of a fear culture then a real threat to the children themselves.
Recency bias and a tendency to miscalculate the odds of something that is A) awful and B) played on repeat for days. Also, angry reactionaries always demand that the authorities “do something about this!”
Those factors pretty much guarantee that there will be a swift, uncalculated, often showy response to public tragedy.
It's pretty insidious. Kids getting shot at school is rare, so it's reported on. Kids getting killed by drivers is so common that bereaved parents have to beg and plead and scream at their elected officials to get them to even notice, much less do anything.
Essentially. I distinctly remember an article about some multi-car pileup a couple days after a mass shooting, and noting that the otherwise unremarkable car accident ended up in 2x the causalities
I was in school after 9/11 when they started having terrorist drills and such. It's not like we sat in fear all day. We were kids. We weighed it the same as the fire drill or the tornado drill. Even seeing 9/11 on TV and being of age to vividly remember it and understand what it meant didn't seem to do much of anything 20 years down the line now in terms of traumas in my generation. At least kids aren't being forced to die in a far away war when they turn 18 anymore like they were in my fathers generation and in his fathers generation.
Which is ridiculous as kids being shot is extremely extremely low risk.
Slightly tricky to get the numbers here as most sources include colleges full of adults under "school shootings" and most school shooters shoot teachers rather than students, but it looks to be around 70 since the year 2000.
Which is such a small number that it should be completely irrelevant from a public policy and safety perspective. Heck the nuances of road signage law and hazardous chemical labelling are probably hundreds of times more important. The stress of worrying about it probably costs more life years than the shootings (which average at around one life hour per person).
The thing I don't get is how do these parents have the energy for that? I quickly discovered with my son that if I set the bar much higher than "will he die or lose a limb from this?" then I would be exhausted and done for the day by 10 AM.
I love him very much, but I just wouldn't be physically able to prevent every accident. Is there some sort of exercise regime or diet or other lifestyle change that gives you energy for that?
(Not that I necessarily want to change that, I'm just very curious.)
it's not an anecdote. an anecdote is a single story. this is his/her collection of anecdotal evidence/data. I don't see why they've spelt it with a k though
perhaps in the US, but wouldn't this equally have been the case historically?
the overall effect is almost certainly the result of the proprietors of playgrounds shielding themselves from lawsuits. I'd be willing to bet that around the time it started to change there was a big lawsuit, or a string of them that put the fear of god/bankruptcy into people running these things for the joy of others
We have 4. The bar is a trip to the hospital. Urgent care facilities on the east coast usually won’t do pediatric stitches, and in my experience, a hospital visit for simple stitches or similar takes around 4-6 hours (I.e., 5.5 hours of waiting for 30 minutes of treatment). The absolute last thing I want to do is sit in a hospital with four kids for 6 hours, even if it’s free after insurance.
> I honestly don't think it's the playground design, it's the parents.
Let's go one more step. It's not the parents, it's the society.
Parents don't live in a vacuum, and if you think back to your school days, the kids in your class were probably not writing essays on why they'll want to be watching over their future kids like crazy maniacs for a decade and more until they leave home.
> I honestly don't think it's the playground design, it's the parents.
I don't think that it's the parents. I believe it's entirely the playground design, the laws, and the mentality of finding someone responsible.
The parents would be fine if some kids broke bones, get disabled or die, it's a fair trade-off for better playgrounds. But the hands of the playground designers are tied.
But also it is the administrative effort/cost of a playground. Plastic is easier to maintain than wood. Less dangerous things produce less complaints by helicopter parents. Sand is expensive to maintain (I shuffled 30 tons of sand with some other parents for a kindergarten).
There is another aspect though that my childhood playground looked not completely unlike the pictures but most kids didn't bother using anything. Most kids didn't want to climb on the monkey bars because it was boring after the first few times.
The playgrounds I see now while being safer look way more fun and the kids actually use them. There is one near me that while the ground is this almost foam padding the actual playground looks like something from American Ninja Warrior. No kid would pick a bunch of scrap metal over it if given the choice.
This whole thread reminds me of Danny Carvey's Grumpy Old Man character from old SNL. Back in my day the playground was 30 foot off the ground and if you fell off they had to amputate your leg.
I think during a discussion here on HN, somebody posted a link to a study (or guidelines?) about safe playgrounds (I don't recall from which country).
IIRC the gist of the article was that playgrounds should always include risk elements because otherwise the children will use the playground against its design to find those risks (e.g. climb up on top of a structure which was designed that you play inside of it). The crucial element though was that risks should be calculatable and there should not be surprising dangerous outcomes.
I have to say looking at the playgrounds available to my kids here in Sweden, I'm pretty jealous of them, we didn't have such cool playgrounds available to us (or they were very rare). It is sometimes terrifying to watch as a parent, but look like great fun.
I remember this as well, the one I could quickly find was an NPR article[0].
The key difference between what you're mentioning and the article here is "buildable risk". i.e. the kids build the playground and it's age appropriate for their abilities.
The article, more the photos in the article, look like death traps at height. Even self-built playgrounds won't reach those crazy heights.
I feel like the type of playground design you're talking of started emerging in the late 00s, early 10s. It's great fun playing with my son in these, even as an adult! (Although my wife disapproves of me showing him some of the more dangerous things beyond the edge of his current envelope.)
They started in the 1980s, but it since most playgrounds are expected to last for many years they were a small minority of playgrounds until the time frame you name.
As a kid my parents knew a school principal - he retired around 1990, before he retired he was under pressure to upgrade the playground and he always refused because he went to other schools with upgraded playgrounds and watch kids not use all the expensive new stuff so he refused to waste money installing it. When he retired the school did a big fund raiser for modern equipment - and sure enough after installed kids didn't use it.
> IIRC the gist of the article was that playgrounds should always include risk elements because otherwise the children will use the playground against its design to find those risks
I have noticed exactly that again and again on playgrounds designed for very small children (<3). The older kids get bored and will just start to climb the playhouse roof, the swing, or the top of the tube slide.
Even 3-4 year old children will try to extend the play available by climbing up the slide in reverse, etc. I guess that's their version of climbing on the roof.
To keep the older kids interested, I try to find a way for them to play floor-is-lava and circumnavigate the equipment. Doesn't encourage the younger kids to climb beyond their limits but can still prove an interesting puzzle for the 5-10 year olds.
Dangerous playgrounds are a fucking AWESOME idea, but they also would breed the NEGLIGENT PLAYGROUND.
I went to an elementary school in Wisconsin where they had a bunch of tires bolted to a huge wooden pole.
After a few years the metal bands and rusted webbing of the tires was sticking out of all the climbing elements. How about we just give all the kids TETANUS FOR FREE? It's on the house.
At the same school I was a big swing proponent - I would ride that goddamn swing every day, no matter how much rust it developed and ---- surprise, the chain rope broke and almost killed my ass.
Edit: My school did pay these glorious medical bills.
Shitty playgrounds are good until you almost die.
When I grew up, there was an old steam locomotive as the centerpiece for a park for kids. We were always climbing around on it. There wasn't anything safe about it, everything was made of iron and stuck out at all angles.
The locomotive is still there, but there's a fence around it now.
It must be said, however, that the general tolerance for child injuries was much higher. I grew up in the 1970s and a child breaking a limb was mostly expected (on the playground, skiing, sport activities). Anecdotally, I got away pretty well with just an ankle splintered by a playground see-saw, while most peers suffered a broken limb at least once. And this, while playgrounds already started to become "boring" – nothing compared to what could be still found in some places. (Personally, I was not allowed to use these.)
Something of a shame we haven't put more emphasis on helping kids learn their limits early in a safe way. You don't have to actually choose between just letting them run free and finding their limits by breaking a bone or making the environment all safe and low risk. You can, instead, educate kids about navigating the world.
I find it extremely hard to not impact my fear of danger into my child. On one hand I want him to do everything to explore, on the other I’m deadly afraid he’ll fall and break his neck…
When I was a kid in Eugene, Oregon in the late 1950s, before I started school we had the Rough Country and the Bomb Shelter.
The Bomb Shelter really was a bomb shelter. We had one of the first houses on the street, and just down the hill was a house under construction. All they had built so far was the basement and the bomb shelter. The kids in the neighborhood made that our clubhouse and brought snacks so we could hang out and keep safe from any nuclear attack.
The Rough Country was just up the hill from our house. They were clearing out some trees to begin construction, so when we needed a break from the Bomb Shelter, we made tunnels under the fallen trees to have another place to hang out.
I had been playing with electricity all this time. When the TV "went on the fritz", as they always did back then, my dad let me pull out all the tubes, put them in a cigar box (I loved that aroma!) and take them to the corner grocery where they had a tube tester. I would test each tube one by one, adjusting the settings for the tube type, until I found the bad one. Dad would buy a new tube, and when we got back home I plugged each tube back in along with the new one. And the TV worked!
In kindergarten I pranked the class. I had a one farad electrolytic capacitor with the terminals on top. That is a big scary capacitor! I charged it up at home all the way to 1.5 volts. Then I brought it to class and demonstrated how dangerous it was. While I was setting up the demo, I accidentally touched both terminals, one with each hand. I started shaking and writhing around like I was being electrocuted!
Somehow I managed to free myself from the electric charge. And then, conveniently, I'd brought along a screwdriver and used it to short out the two terminals, with a most satisfying bang and a spark.
Then I told one of the girls in class, "It's OK. I discharged it. It's safe now. You can touch the terminals and it won't hurt you."
In first grade, that same girl handed me an astronomy book that she thought I might like. I said, "Oh, I read that last year."
It was not one of my finest moments. I wonder what opportunities I may have missed?
Halfway through the year, the school got tired of my troublemaking and moved me to second grade. It was scary being with the big kids.
In third grade, I was still making trouble, so they had me spend the afternoons in a special ed class called Mrs. Spencer's Workshop, where we could invent projects of our own. My first one was drawing maps of all the freeway interchanges on the new I-5 route between Eugene and Portland. We had family in Portland and used to drive up 99 East to get there, and this new "freeway" idea fascinated me. I'd made rough sketches in the car, so I turned them into more polished and colorful maps.
One odd thing was that I could not draw curved lines! I had to construct them with a series of short straight lines drawn with a ruler.
For my next project I wanted to make a printed circuit board. I'd designed a simple circuit I called the Current Changer Switch that I wanted to demo in the Science Fair. You could flip a switch and make a light go bright or dim.
Of course I knew how to hand wire the circuit and had tested it that way, but I'd heard about something new called a "printed circuit board".
I didn't know about phenolic boards with copper on them, but I did understand the basic concept of etching a board with resist to protect the traces. So I got my own idea: I would take a sheet of copper, stick electrical tape on both sides to map out the traces, and dunk it in a tank of nitric acid.
I asked Mrs. Spencer if she could get me the materials: a sheet of copper, some electrical tape, and the tank of nitric acid. And she did!
So I taped out the board and and dunked in the tank of acid while Mrs. Spencer and I watched the copper dissolve.
I remember we had an ancient playground at our school when I was a kid last century and this girl fell thru the jungle gym and caught all her front top teeth on a bar on thing while falling down thru the middle, sticking some straight out and taking the rest clean out of her face. Good times!
By the time we reached middle school, ours was an old elementary school converted into one for slightly older kids too big for a wooden/metal playground. We had this big climbing arch thing but since it was a newly organized school and a crazy neighborhood we just got on top of the thing and coordinated swinging ourselves on each side of it back and forth until the whole thing came crashing down in a pile of splinters.
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[ 1.9 ms ] story [ 431 ms ] threadKid got killed on it, so the local place took metal and sealed off the entrance. Some kids tried to climb the fire poles up and got hurt, so they had to demolish it.
I keep trying to find photographs of it to show my wife / kiddo, but it seems noone took pics. Or, at least, it was never posted online. I'd like to find out how much of my memory is real, and how much of it was because I was a tiny kid.
edit: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6b/ee/e1/6beee1f814110c0dd902...
The other crazy piece of equipment I never saw again were these swings. Unlike ordinary swings where you just sit and oscillate 120 degrees, with these, you had to hang from the hand holds, the rotation was not limited by the top bar and could rotate 360 degrees (some regular swings had that too, though). The swings were symmetrical and counterbalanced, so two people could swing at the same time on the opposite sides, the design encouraged rotation instead of swinging, lifting you about 3 meters high. My classmate broke both her arms on these, soon after the swings were removed.
I never played on either.
I'm kind of torn on this.
On the one hand, I was lucky enough to grow up in an environment without much supervision; just about the only fear drilled into me by dad was "don't screw around with electricity". Other than that, we got up to a lot of trouble and the sensation of visceral fear from a massive miscalculation of physics was something I got accustomed to, amongst other forms of childhood terror of my own making. From my perspective, it's hard to argue in favor of a sheltered, over-safe childhood compared to a childhood where boys will be boys.
But on the other hand, minor scrapes aside, a close childhood friend died in an ATV accident that was completely avoidable if we had any sort of safety standards, and I did crack my skull open once and had to be rushed to the ER.
I wonder what the right balance between the two would look like.
Appropriate safety standards. ATVs with helmets and four wheels not three. Tall playgrounds with appropriately soft ground materials for falling. Eliminating the stupid dangers without eliminating all of the danger. Having a decent sense of progression of risks. Having good responses when accidents do happen.
Basically design experiences expecting nonzero accident rates and design for those failures to go well.
There ain't one that ll work for everyone (but maybe climbing trees with earth beneath them..?). And this is not specific to this particular topic.
The whole of human existence is finding the spot of right balance for themselves between opposing pair of forces. But "Freedom + Fun + mental fortitude" <-> "Safety+ big brother watching over you + less freedom" is probably a one goes on throughout ones whole life..
But the forces that wants to exploit you will happily sell you a "right balance" that is hard to objectively argue against, which happen to be one of the curse of our "modern" times.
Haha, we did things like twist together the wires in an electric cord and plug it in.
In another post, I remarked how we built an electric DC motor in Cub Scouts out of wood, nails, and wire. It spun merrily with a 1.5V dry cell. Naturally, that wasn't enough power to satisfy, it needed more cowbell. So we attached it to an electric cord and plugged it in.
It vibrated fiercely for a few seconds, then burst into flames. I learned about AC that day.
Only had to be shocked once to understand you don't fuck around with electricity. I don't remember much about it now, but I do remember the pain.
Second time I learned not all insulation is equal - got shocked through a basic screwdriver's plastic handle, that was a real WTF moment, I thought "how is this possible, I did everything right, didn't touch anything conductive?" :D
From then on I was really careful, learned to test/stop/discharge outlets, capacitors, and anything with electricity.
I about made it — but dropped onto my back and had the wind knocked out of me. First time I had ever experienced that scary sensation.
Times.
Edit: added a sentence for clarity.
There were little ladders to enter the body, and monkey-bars along the wings.
I've often thought back and wished I had photographs of it, as it was in a giant field of grass, on a huge slab of concrete. When you fell, and you'd always fall, you remembered it.
Most of the UK parks were like that; concrete/tarmac islands with heavy/solid items on them.
Later there were token changes, removing the tarmac and putting in wood-chip. Eventually even that wasn't enough and all the "dangerous" items were removed and replaced with smaller ones, with rounded corners and less risk of falling.
Not every playground has been replaced with tic tac toe boards at ground level. That's just places that cheaped out. There are still plenty of playgrounds with equipment you can get seriously injured on. Though I don't know if I'd call that a metric to strive for, exactly.
There is something of a resurgence of WW-II ruins like inspired structures. Less of the rounded corners and more things that resemble ad-hoc structures that might be found in ruins. Not to say sharp objects but things that contain some adventure and discovery... be it having multiple levels (earthen or otherwise) safe simulacra of vehicles, climbing, jumping, etc.
the one removal I agree most with is metal slides --hot, hot... though Glen park playground installed metal slides for some reason and so does yerba buena.
Things appear to be different in the UK. I went to a new playground (new as in weeks old) the other day. It has multiple metal slides, a sand pit, merry-go-rounds, towering wooden structures to climb on (perhaps 5+ metres), monkey bars, exposed concrete climbing wall/structure etc. Some photos here: https://www.brentcrosstown.co.uk/claremont-park-play
It was absolutely shocking to me how many times my insurance claim form for a snowboarding accident in USA asked if I really don’t plan on suing anyone. The insurance company tries very very hard to not be the one who pays up … now imagine someone who doesn’t have good insurance.
I imagine the chance of getting sued for every playground injury makes you design things differently.
In USA admiting it was your mistake can be financially ruinous. So people don’t.
Trying to remove all risk from play seems like a very bad idea.
I'd be OK with it if a broken arm wasn't such a dire financial incident. I imagine it is very difficult to let kids do things like climbing trees, playing on monkey bars, or jumping on a trampoline if you are looking at a deductible that a fair chunk of your monthly income (if not all of it).
I'll also mention that in the 90's, the city I lived in was working on adding playgrounds to elementary schools because they didn't all have them. The existing playgrounds were put in by parents, which really meant that there weren't playgrounds in poor areas. They weren't building tic-tac-toe on the ground, either. They weren't necessarily metal, but still included slides and climbing and swings.
But the thing that really terrifies me thinking back is the "cushion" they put down on the ground. These days it's all shredded foam rubber or wood chips so if you fall, you're not hitting anything sharp. This playground however had GRAVEL. And not just from when it was first installed, they trucked in fresh gravel every six months. Cut hands, torn pants and shirts with streaks of blood were common. God forbid if you got some in your shoe. And of course, kids would throw handfuls of rocks at each other, why not? The teachers on playground duty of course did nothing to discourage any of this. Probably why in a school of less than 200 kids, there were 3 nurses.
I climbed very high trees and nearly shit myself trying to get back down. Sometimes I fell out of trees. I built dangerous forts. I started fires and cooked fish on them. I cut sticks with knives and shot at bottles with a small gun or a sling shot.
My kids have no idea what this stuff is like and how sheltered they are. I try to get them out in the world, I take one of them spearfishing and harvesting out in the ocean, we fish a bit, but ultimately they really are quite soft.
I have a feeling we don’t need to send our kids up trees and make them cook fish on a fire to “harden up”, but adversity in various forms and the opportunity to overcome it either with a group or independently seems invaluable to developing kids. I do get the sense (even from my wife) that this attitude isn’t so broadly accepted or comfortable for people.
I even volunteered with a scouting group in hopes my kids might find some good opportunities, but it was extremely mellow. Nice people, some great camp fire talk, but the kids were free to complain their way out of difficult tasks or discomfort and mostly played magic cards or sat lazily through activities we’d put together.
Parents were quick to complain to us if their kids expressed that they had to do anything they disliked. For example, a moderate hike or carrying water buckets for their camp mates.
I’m not sure. Is it such a big deal? Am I myopic and assuming my youth experience had more value than theirs?
Sometimes I wonder if I wouldn’t be better off if my childhood was a little more demanding, really. I don’t mean this in a masculine context specifically, but I often feel soft. Lack of discipline, unwilling to face discomfort, etc. Perhaps my perspective on the entire matter is limited and/or poor to begin with.
I’ve read quite a bit of childhood psychology around these matters from the likes of Steve Biddulph and D.W. Winnicott but I think I could stand to read quite a bit more.
These kinds of topics always remind me of the sort of cyclical silliness evident in this quote:
The children now love luxury; they have bad manners, contempt for authority; they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place of exercise. Children are now tyrants, not the servants of their households. They no longer rise when elders enter the room. They contradict their parents, chatter before company, gobble up dainties at the table, cross their legs, and tyrannize their teachers.
— Socrates
I never knew people personally who died in it, but there were several people who had throughout my childhood. As I recall, it was mostly teenagers drinking and swimming. If you add alcohol, even a staircase can be dangerous
- The neighborhood playground was made out of cast concrete in a few pieces that sat on top of concrete. It looked very similar to this [1][2] but had several other concrete pipes that were quite a bit taller. Minor injuries were pretty daily.
- My elementary school playground which was made out of old telephone poles formed into various climbing equipment. Even casual scrambles ended with numerous splinters and tar stains. A couple of the pieces were easily over 10 ft tall. They sat on wood chips or gravel. There was a broken arm or other hospital ready event a couple times a year.
- Another school I went to while transferring during a move had equipment in the middle of the woods with no particular safety padding. Kids regularly jumped from equipment to trees, or fell of the large slides. It was cool looking, I remember at least 2 broken arms while I was there for half a school year.
- A local public park had a 2 story corkscrew slide that kids fell off of, and a 3 story rocket ship structure with a zipline over grass that had numerous other places to fall and get hurt. I believe they eventually tore it all down after some ICU-level injuries befell a few kids. A lot of the equipment here looks very familiar to this particular park [3]
- Another local public park built a massive climbing structure with most of it 2-3 stories off the ground with numerous slides, poles, swings, and other bits. It was all wood and a guaranteed splinter. There was also a cool tunnel full of graffiti that was also most kids' first introduction to used condoms and drug paraphernalia.
This was on top of the usual assortment of local parks with hand pushed merry-go-round death traps and other odds and ends.
It's a miracle so many of us survived childhood as all the playthings were literally trying to kill us. On the flip side, we're all monkeys and today's playgrounds often don't have much for kids to really do. The old structures on the other hand challenged us kids to overcome our fears and getting to the top of some of them felt like a major life accomplishment and often forced us to build temporary alliances to help each other up, in, down, or across complex and scary feeling play spaces. They taught both real and imagined limits and how to discover the former while defeating the later.
I don't know what the educational and emotional benefit of modern playsets are supposed to support.
1 - https://youtu.be/hmLV3ThGzKk
2 - https://modernistplay.tumblr.com/post/162016983146/pg7-saddl...
3 - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cold_War_playground_equipment
There's a school near me with a nice large area great for skating around. Most of the equipment is the newer style plastic hunks with soft edges and a rubber mat surface on the ground.
Have seen kids there find all sorts of ways to nearly injury themselves. They're having fun like I used to as a kid. And we had the murder bars and fling-yourself-gorounds. Newer designs might only help prevent scraped knees and pinched fingers.
Now the kids with their helicopter parents look annoyed and miserable. The kid tries to run and gets yelled at to slow down. They get to excited and told to calm down. Parents will wait at the bottom of slides and catch kids before they have even reached the end.
You'll have nosy neighbors calling cops on kids because they're walking down street without parents.
We've created a fear bubble around kids and they don't know what danger is. Let them make mistakes! Let them explore their spacial surroundings and fall down!
I believe they do know, and its far worse than the danger of a broken arm or sprained ankle. It's the danger of being shot dead. I urge everyone to read this article and imagine yourself as a child being told this stuff and "practicing" hiding and being quiet in an active shooter scenario. Far more terrifying than any playground from the past.
https://www.goodhousekeeping.com/life/parenting/a40732/what-...
It appears to be feared disproportionately.
Those factors pretty much guarantee that there will be a swift, uncalculated, often showy response to public tragedy.
Slightly tricky to get the numbers here as most sources include colleges full of adults under "school shootings" and most school shooters shoot teachers rather than students, but it looks to be around 70 since the year 2000.
Which is such a small number that it should be completely irrelevant from a public policy and safety perspective. Heck the nuances of road signage law and hazardous chemical labelling are probably hundreds of times more important. The stress of worrying about it probably costs more life years than the shootings (which average at around one life hour per person).
I love him very much, but I just wouldn't be physically able to prevent every accident. Is there some sort of exercise regime or diet or other lifestyle change that gives you energy for that?
(Not that I necessarily want to change that, I'm just very curious.)
the overall effect is almost certainly the result of the proprietors of playgrounds shielding themselves from lawsuits. I'd be willing to bet that around the time it started to change there was a big lawsuit, or a string of them that put the fear of god/bankruptcy into people running these things for the joy of others
Let's go one more step. It's not the parents, it's the society.
Parents don't live in a vacuum, and if you think back to your school days, the kids in your class were probably not writing essays on why they'll want to be watching over their future kids like crazy maniacs for a decade and more until they leave home.
I don't think that it's the parents. I believe it's entirely the playground design, the laws, and the mentality of finding someone responsible.
The parents would be fine if some kids broke bones, get disabled or die, it's a fair trade-off for better playgrounds. But the hands of the playground designers are tied.
But also it is the administrative effort/cost of a playground. Plastic is easier to maintain than wood. Less dangerous things produce less complaints by helicopter parents. Sand is expensive to maintain (I shuffled 30 tons of sand with some other parents for a kindergarten).
The playgrounds I see now while being safer look way more fun and the kids actually use them. There is one near me that while the ground is this almost foam padding the actual playground looks like something from American Ninja Warrior. No kid would pick a bunch of scrap metal over it if given the choice.
This whole thread reminds me of Danny Carvey's Grumpy Old Man character from old SNL. Back in my day the playground was 30 foot off the ground and if you fell off they had to amputate your leg.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Action_Park
IIRC the gist of the article was that playgrounds should always include risk elements because otherwise the children will use the playground against its design to find those risks (e.g. climb up on top of a structure which was designed that you play inside of it). The crucial element though was that risks should be calculatable and there should not be surprising dangerous outcomes.
I have to say looking at the playgrounds available to my kids here in Sweden, I'm pretty jealous of them, we didn't have such cool playgrounds available to us (or they were very rare). It is sometimes terrifying to watch as a parent, but look like great fun.
The key difference between what you're mentioning and the article here is "buildable risk". i.e. the kids build the playground and it's age appropriate for their abilities.
The article, more the photos in the article, look like death traps at height. Even self-built playgrounds won't reach those crazy heights.
[0] https://www.nytimes.com/2019/05/10/well/family/adventure-pla...
As a kid my parents knew a school principal - he retired around 1990, before he retired he was under pressure to upgrade the playground and he always refused because he went to other schools with upgraded playgrounds and watch kids not use all the expensive new stuff so he refused to waste money installing it. When he retired the school did a big fund raiser for modern equipment - and sure enough after installed kids didn't use it.
I have noticed exactly that again and again on playgrounds designed for very small children (<3). The older kids get bored and will just start to climb the playhouse roof, the swing, or the top of the tube slide.
To keep the older kids interested, I try to find a way for them to play floor-is-lava and circumnavigate the equipment. Doesn't encourage the younger kids to climb beyond their limits but can still prove an interesting puzzle for the 5-10 year olds.
https://kamzmulcem.si/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/IMG_5726-e1... (shitty photo but with people for size)
https://www.zurnal24.si/media/img/d1/7e/61650724d43c098b0f85... (better photo, no people to judge the size)
Honestly, seems fun, even if it is a bit "high", but I would've like this a lot more as a kid, than the more "classic-modern" (non-dangerous) ones.
I went to an elementary school in Wisconsin where they had a bunch of tires bolted to a huge wooden pole.
After a few years the metal bands and rusted webbing of the tires was sticking out of all the climbing elements. How about we just give all the kids TETANUS FOR FREE? It's on the house.
At the same school I was a big swing proponent - I would ride that goddamn swing every day, no matter how much rust it developed and ---- surprise, the chain rope broke and almost killed my ass.
Edit: My school did pay these glorious medical bills. Shitty playgrounds are good until you almost die.
The locomotive is still there, but there's a fence around it now.
The Bomb Shelter really was a bomb shelter. We had one of the first houses on the street, and just down the hill was a house under construction. All they had built so far was the basement and the bomb shelter. The kids in the neighborhood made that our clubhouse and brought snacks so we could hang out and keep safe from any nuclear attack.
The Rough Country was just up the hill from our house. They were clearing out some trees to begin construction, so when we needed a break from the Bomb Shelter, we made tunnels under the fallen trees to have another place to hang out.
I had been playing with electricity all this time. When the TV "went on the fritz", as they always did back then, my dad let me pull out all the tubes, put them in a cigar box (I loved that aroma!) and take them to the corner grocery where they had a tube tester. I would test each tube one by one, adjusting the settings for the tube type, until I found the bad one. Dad would buy a new tube, and when we got back home I plugged each tube back in along with the new one. And the TV worked!
In kindergarten I pranked the class. I had a one farad electrolytic capacitor with the terminals on top. That is a big scary capacitor! I charged it up at home all the way to 1.5 volts. Then I brought it to class and demonstrated how dangerous it was. While I was setting up the demo, I accidentally touched both terminals, one with each hand. I started shaking and writhing around like I was being electrocuted!
Somehow I managed to free myself from the electric charge. And then, conveniently, I'd brought along a screwdriver and used it to short out the two terminals, with a most satisfying bang and a spark.
Then I told one of the girls in class, "It's OK. I discharged it. It's safe now. You can touch the terminals and it won't hurt you."
In first grade, that same girl handed me an astronomy book that she thought I might like. I said, "Oh, I read that last year."
It was not one of my finest moments. I wonder what opportunities I may have missed?
Halfway through the year, the school got tired of my troublemaking and moved me to second grade. It was scary being with the big kids.
In third grade, I was still making trouble, so they had me spend the afternoons in a special ed class called Mrs. Spencer's Workshop, where we could invent projects of our own. My first one was drawing maps of all the freeway interchanges on the new I-5 route between Eugene and Portland. We had family in Portland and used to drive up 99 East to get there, and this new "freeway" idea fascinated me. I'd made rough sketches in the car, so I turned them into more polished and colorful maps.
One odd thing was that I could not draw curved lines! I had to construct them with a series of short straight lines drawn with a ruler.
For my next project I wanted to make a printed circuit board. I'd designed a simple circuit I called the Current Changer Switch that I wanted to demo in the Science Fair. You could flip a switch and make a light go bright or dim.
Of course I knew how to hand wire the circuit and had tested it that way, but I'd heard about something new called a "printed circuit board".
I didn't know about phenolic boards with copper on them, but I did understand the basic concept of etching a board with resist to protect the traces. So I got my own idea: I would take a sheet of copper, stick electrical tape on both sides to map out the traces, and dunk it in a tank of nitric acid.
I asked Mrs. Spencer if she could get me the materials: a sheet of copper, some electrical tape, and the tank of nitric acid. And she did!
So I taped out the board and and dunked in the tank of acid while Mrs. Spencer and I watched the copper dissolve.
And my printed circuit worked!
By the time we reached middle school, ours was an old elementary school converted into one for slightly older kids too big for a wooden/metal playground. We had this big climbing arch thing but since it was a newly organized school and a crazy neighborhood we just got on top of the thing and coordinated swinging ourselves on each side of it back and forth until the whole thing came crashing down in a pile of splinters.