Rings

When I was a kid, way back before playgrounds were designed with lawsuits in mind, I went to a school that had a “dangerous” playground. It had tire swings that gathered water and bred mosquitos, arm-breaking monkey bars and a suspended wooden bridge that seemed to have been designed with the violent removal of children’s fingers in mind. The only thing that ever hurt me on this playground, however, was the rings. And they only hurt me because I fell off and landed on my chest, knocking the wind out of me.