Seahag wrote:
"Martin Baxter" wrote:

Katy wrote:

They chained the merry-go-round so it was
stationary...was a bummer...recess was boting as heck...
Doesn't do any good anyway. Kids will find ways to get hurt. I got a
spiral fracture of the tibia in grade 3, in the sand pit. Course it
took two other kids swinging me by the feet and hands to see how far
they could toss me. ;-o Guess my mom should have sued and I'd be
rich(er) now. (gr)

Kewl! I went thru a 'fear 'o ants' period. Fell out of a eucalyptus tree,
fortunately onto the recently buried chinchillas...my mother woulda killed
me so I never told...

Seahag


Killed you for murdering the chinchillas or for falling out of the tree?
I climbed way up in an old oak we had that was really sprawly when I was
4...my Dad had to get me out with a ladder...

"katy" wrote in message
...
Seahag wrote:
"Martin Baxter" wrote:

Katy wrote:

They chained the merry-go-round so it was
stationary...was a bummer...recess was boting as heck...
Doesn't do any good anyway. Kids will find ways to get hurt. I got a
spiral fracture of the tibia in grade 3, in the sand pit. Course it
took two other kids swinging me by the feet and hands to see how far
they could toss me. ;-o Guess my mom should have sued and I'd be
rich(er) now. (gr)

Kewl! I went thru a 'fear 'o ants' period. Fell out of a eucalyptus
tree,
fortunately onto the recently buried chinchillas...my mother woulda
killed
me so I never told...

Seahag


Killed you for murdering the chinchillas or for falling out of the tree?
I climbed way up in an old oak we had that was really sprawly when I was
4...my Dad had to get me out with a ladder...

I did the same at around 8. Climbing up was easy. Coming down was
frightening!
It was an ordeal until my mother heard what was going on (lots of kids in
the neighborhood to run home and tell). She showed up and yelled, "Get the
hell down here, right now!"
So I did.
Scout

"katy" wrote:
Seahag wrote:
"Martin Baxter" wrote:

Katy wrote:

They chained the merry-go-round so it was
stationary...was a bummer...recess was boting as
heck...
Doesn't do any good anyway. Kids will find ways to get
hurt. I got a
spiral fracture of the tibia in grade 3, in the sand
pit. Course it
took two other kids swinging me by the feet and hands to
see how far
they could toss me. ;-o Guess my mom should have
sued and I'd be
rich(er) now. (gr)

Kewl! I went thru a 'fear 'o ants' period. Fell out of
a eucalyptus tree,
fortunately onto the recently buried chinchillas...my
mother woulda killed
me so I never told...


Killed you for murdering the chinchillas or for falling
out of the tree?
I climbed way up in an old oak we had that was really
sprawly when I was 4...my Dad had to get me out with a
ladder...

Tree...the chinches' belonged to my friend. They didn't
know about the dart in my leg either...

Seahag

"Seahag" wrote in message
...

"Martin Baxter" wrote:

Katy wrote:

They chained the merry-go-round so it was
stationary...was a bummer...recess was boting as heck...

Doesn't do any good anyway. Kids will find ways to get hurt. I got a
spiral fracture of the tibia in grade 3, in the sand pit. Course it
took two other kids swinging me by the feet and hands to see how far
they could toss me. ;-o Guess my mom should have sued and I'd be
rich(er) now. (gr)

Kewl! I went thru a 'fear 'o ants' period. Fell out of a eucalyptus
tree,
fortunately onto the recently buried chinchillas...my mother woulda killed
me so I never told...

Seahag

I've only recently begun telling my mother what she didn't know about me in
the 60's )
As far as the 70's are concerned, I'm not even going there with her - she is
my mom afterall!
Scout

Scout wrote:



I've only recently begun telling my mother what she didn't know about me in
the 60's )
As far as the 70's are concerned, I'm not even going there with her - she is
my mom afterall!

There are some things Moms are better of not knowing, much better off.

Cheers
Marty
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Scout wrote:
"Seahag" wrote in message
...
"Martin Baxter" wrote:

Katy wrote:

They chained the merry-go-round so it was
stationary...was a bummer...recess was boting as heck...
Doesn't do any good anyway. Kids will find ways to get hurt. I got a
spiral fracture of the tibia in grade 3, in the sand pit. Course it
took two other kids swinging me by the feet and hands to see how far
they could toss me. ;-o Guess my mom should have sued and I'd be
rich(er) now. (gr)
Kewl! I went thru a 'fear 'o ants' period. Fell out of a eucalyptus
tree,
fortunately onto the recently buried chinchillas...my mother woulda killed
me so I never told...

Seahag

I've only recently begun telling my mother what she didn't know about me in
the 60's )
As far as the 70's are concerned, I'm not even going there with her - she is
my mom afterall!
Scout


We tried to do that with my Mom and all she would say is "Why are yu
making these things up?" Denial...

katy wrote:

Nothing new there...the elementary school that I attended in the 50's
and 50's couldn't pay their liability insurance for 3 years
straight...couldn't use the playground, play any running or ball games.
We were allowed to play jumprope guess no one thought of the
straggling factor...kids didn't normally kill other kids back then...)
They took the teeters off the totter, unhooked the swings and chained
off the slide. They chained the merry-go-round so it was
stationary...was a bummer...recess was boting as heck...

You had a playground? And Recess? Wow. You were one of the priviliged
kids, weren't you?

All we had was a hole in the ground, and they wouldn't even let us use
that. All we could do was stare longingly at the hole, hoping against
hope that we could somehow someday get into that soft cool dark
depression to blot out the monotony that was childhood. But we were
grateful for at least having that small amount of hope.

//Walt

"Walt" wrote in message
You had a playground? And Recess? Wow. You were one of the priviliged
kids, weren't you?

All we had was a hole in the ground, and they wouldn't even let us use
that. All we could do was stare longingly at the hole, hoping against
hope that we could somehow someday get into that soft cool dark depression
to blot out the monotony that was childhood. But we were grateful for at
least having that small amount of hope.

Smoke another spliff there Wally........

CM-

Walt wrote:
katy wrote:

Nothing new there...the elementary school that I attended in the 50's
and 50's couldn't pay their liability insurance for 3 years
straight...couldn't use the playground, play any running or ball
games. We were allowed to play jumprope guess no one thought of the
straggling factor...kids didn't normally kill other kids back then...)
They took the teeters off the totter, unhooked the swings and chained
off the slide. They chained the merry-go-round so it was
stationary...was a bummer...recess was boting as heck...

You had a playground? And Recess? Wow. You were one of the priviliged
kids, weren't you?

All we had was a hole in the ground, and they wouldn't even let us use
that. All we could do was stare longingly at the hole, hoping against
hope that we could somehow someday get into that soft cool dark
depression to blot out the monotony that was childhood. But we were
grateful for at least having that small amount of hope.

//Walt
Where in God's name did you go to school?????

"Walt" wrote in message
...
katy wrote:

Nothing new there...the elementary school that I attended in the 50's and
50's couldn't pay their liability insurance for 3 years
straight...couldn't use the playground, play any running or ball games.
We were allowed to play jumprope guess no one thought of the straggling
factor...kids didn't normally kill other kids back then...) They took the
teeters off the totter, unhooked the swings and chained off the slide.
They chained the merry-go-round so it was stationary...was a
bummer...recess was boting as heck...

You had a playground? And Recess? Wow. You were one of the priviliged
kids, weren't you?

All we had was a hole in the ground, and they wouldn't even let us use
that. All we could do was stare longingly at the hole, hoping against
hope that we could somehow someday get into that soft cool dark depression
to blot out the monotony that was childhood. But we were grateful for at
least having that small amount of hope.

I'll bet you walked two miles to school each day through driving snow, and
three miles back, eh?

Max