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That’s all right, Gracie. Though I wasn’t afraid of the monkey bars, I was never strong enough to play on them. But where’s your paleta? Never buy a red one; it stains.
Never had a problem with monkey bars. My little brother and I were “a couple of monkeys.” But we DID have some fun adventures with… BLANKET MONSTERS! Ah, the wonderful world of imagination. Uh, childhood imagination. Did I add that too late?
When my youngest was three she fell off of the playground equipment. The kid was always a daredevil. She was also a klutz. At 18 months she tripped and hit her head hard enough to actually bend the door pull (it was for a cabinet). That time got her stitches. This time it was staples. She had actually quit crying almost immediately, and only started back up when I told her we had to leave the playground. The kid had blood dripping down her head. She didn’t care. The next trip to the ER was at five years of age. She was playing in the neighbor’s yard when I heard her cry. The grandfather handed her to me. She had closed her hand in the door of the playhouse. She had stopped crying on the drive to the hospital. Then she tripped on the way in and landed on that hand. So, the tears were back. By the time we were seen she was all smiles again. I was seriously considering that perhaps I had overreacted. The doctor was joking with me about her history. We were both shocked when the X-ray showed she had broken her finger. Due to her age and personality, they gave her a full cast that went up to her elbow. Mind you she did this on the first day of winter break, so she spent Christmas with the cast. She only needed it for two weeks. The technician who removed it was actually one of the soldiers who was on the tarmac when the C-130 crashed in 1993. He had horrible burns, and of course my daughter was worried about the saw cutting off her arm. I remember having similar fears when I was 11 and had a cast on my leg (for much longer than two weeks). The guy in the next bed over had been in a motorcycle crash, so that was why I was worried. The man that removed my daughter’s cast was awesome. He talked to her about his boo-boos. His strength of character amazes me to this day.
My child is now in her thirties and is quite proud of all of her scars…of which there are many. You know how big guys are called “Tiny”? My mom used to call her “Grace”. lol
I remember when my “older sister” said go watch “Julana Natal” on the monkey bars when I was in kindergarten….She doesn’t wear underpants……“Early Ed”……
emiesty2 about 1 month ago
That’s all right, Gracie. Though I wasn’t afraid of the monkey bars, I was never strong enough to play on them. But where’s your paleta? Never buy a red one; it stains.
WaitingMan about 1 month ago
I was in kindergarten in 1958. The monkey bars were set in asphalt. Child safety in the ’50’s.
ladykat Premium Member about 1 month ago
You don’t have to do it all at once, Gracie. Start by practicing going up and down the ladder.
davidlwashburn about 1 month ago
All thee of my daughters broke their front teeth on school play equipment. I wish I was making that up.
MuddyUSA Premium Member about 1 month ago
Holy Crap…….
rasputin's horoscope about 1 month ago
Forget the monkey bars, Gracie. The castle slide in the background looks more interesting.
DaBump Premium Member about 1 month ago
Never had a problem with monkey bars. My little brother and I were “a couple of monkeys.” But we DID have some fun adventures with… BLANKET MONSTERS! Ah, the wonderful world of imagination. Uh, childhood imagination. Did I add that too late?
felinefan55 Premium Member about 1 month ago
When my youngest was three she fell off of the playground equipment. The kid was always a daredevil. She was also a klutz. At 18 months she tripped and hit her head hard enough to actually bend the door pull (it was for a cabinet). That time got her stitches. This time it was staples. She had actually quit crying almost immediately, and only started back up when I told her we had to leave the playground. The kid had blood dripping down her head. She didn’t care. The next trip to the ER was at five years of age. She was playing in the neighbor’s yard when I heard her cry. The grandfather handed her to me. She had closed her hand in the door of the playhouse. She had stopped crying on the drive to the hospital. Then she tripped on the way in and landed on that hand. So, the tears were back. By the time we were seen she was all smiles again. I was seriously considering that perhaps I had overreacted. The doctor was joking with me about her history. We were both shocked when the X-ray showed she had broken her finger. Due to her age and personality, they gave her a full cast that went up to her elbow. Mind you she did this on the first day of winter break, so she spent Christmas with the cast. She only needed it for two weeks. The technician who removed it was actually one of the soldiers who was on the tarmac when the C-130 crashed in 1993. He had horrible burns, and of course my daughter was worried about the saw cutting off her arm. I remember having similar fears when I was 11 and had a cast on my leg (for much longer than two weeks). The guy in the next bed over had been in a motorcycle crash, so that was why I was worried. The man that removed my daughter’s cast was awesome. He talked to her about his boo-boos. His strength of character amazes me to this day.
My child is now in her thirties and is quite proud of all of her scars…of which there are many. You know how big guys are called “Tiny”? My mom used to call her “Grace”. lol
chain gang charlie about 1 month ago
I remember when my “older sister” said go watch “Julana Natal” on the monkey bars when I was in kindergarten….She doesn’t wear underpants……“Early Ed”……