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in my day it was all monkey bars and slides on a concrete playground, where there wasn't a week that didn't go by where you didn't have scabs on your knees, not from carpet friction burns unfortunately, but from cold hard gravel. Taught me to respect the laws of gravity.
It's all soft play areas and wood chips everywhere. Kids these days will never know what it's like to pick a huge scab and dare one of your mates to eat it.
In relation to the teacher, that's a bit of a shitter, I bet he was popular.
( , Tue 11 Jan 2011, 12:10, Reply)
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the other hand, they'll probably also never discover what it's like to watch their best mate go into a fit, haemorrhage massively and die after falling off a swing and hitting their head, as my sister got to do when she was eight.
( , Tue 11 Jan 2011, 12:28, Reply)
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and I'm sorry it happened. I'll try and be less flippant in future.
( , Tue 11 Jan 2011, 14:00, Reply)