The Rabbit Hole…

…of Instagram. It does have some darn funny posts, and this one made me chuckle with my morning cup of coffee, in part because it embodied my childhood experience of all local city parks.

Number one – the merry-go-round business. I slid off that sucker so badly I had severe road rash on my tiny little possibly six-year old behind and right leg. It was a mashed mess and required my parents to leave the wedding reception for my cousin and head home with the crew. It was a painful 15 minute drive with me wailing as I had to selfishly take up half of the back seat lying on my tummy. (I do not recall any sympathy, the recovery, the bandaging, or anything else, just that early memory of being whipped around and finding the concrete less than accommodating on my tender skin. We did not see a doctor. I wasn’t dying.)

Anyway, there were many butt-burners in the days of yore. Enjoy a few of these memorable antiquated playground structures.

2 thoughts on “The Rabbit Hole…”

  1. This made me laugh out loud!! I remember all of these at St. Joe’s school. And every description was right on. Those were the days, my friend.

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