I believe this wheel is the singular reason that generations of children around my age are much tougher than the kids who came well after us.
Not that the latter generations did anything wrong, but if you could survive this you could survive anything.
I have no idea what this outdoor “plaything” is actually called. If any of you know please chime in. I really do call it the wheel of death.
When I was a child I saw this wheel thing throw more people off of it into the dirt or mud then I can count. If we didn’t have any broken bones we got right back on unless someone took our place.
Ah, youth. Right?
Since this is Good Friday, for those of you who celebrate, I’ll hold my other comments until after the weekend.
Happy survival of kiddish pursuits.
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