Playground Antics: The Danger Zone

I went to an elementary and middle school that I absolutely loved. I received a great education. This was a private school, and I am grateful to my mom for working so hard to have me be able to go there. It's sadly closed now but was honestly the best school.

With this school came awesome playgrounds. There were three different ones, a huge playground, a medium, and a tiny one. This first antic takes place on the biggest of the three. There were giant tire swings, monkey bars, a treehouse, swings, a giant asphalt space where we would play kickball, and there was an awesome US map on the ground where they would have dance parties from time to time. There was also a huge honey suckle tree that smelled amazing, and we would suck the honey out of.

At our long recess, (the most beloved "subject") I was playing with some classmates. We all challenged each other to a race from the treehouse to the fence at the back of the playground. It wasn't incredibly far away, but it was a fair distance. There were about three of us and we all yelled, "Ready, Set, go" and took off.

I want to preface this by saying I was not a big runner, but I tried my absolute best. I did feel like I was doing pretty good but then I fell behind. So, to try and win, I put my head down to hopefully get better momentum. I hit the fence first, (I won!) but also headfirst. I felt a shooting pain and didn't know what happened. Lifting my head up, I touched the top of my head and there was blood on my hand. I had run into a nail sticking out of the fence!

My classmates helped get a teacher and she took me to the bathroom. It was so painful and completely shocking. She cleaned up my wound and gave me an ice pack. Luckily school was almost over, and my best friend's mom came to pick us up. My school also made sure no more nails were sticking out of the fence. I was left with a bump on the top of my head, that has phantom pains ever so often.

Our next dangerous antic begins with the smallest of the three playgrounds. There was a seesaw in the middle of this one. We would literally stand in lines and wait for other people to finish. The seesaw was surprisingly vacant this day, so a friend and I decided to get on it. We had been on it for a while, and I decided to get off. When I did, of course it left my friend in the air. So, I brought my seat down, a little too hard, and the craziest thing happened.

Everything played in slow motion. She came up off her seat once mine hit the half tire (used to cushion the blow on the ground), hit her face on the metal bar, sat back down on the seat still in the air, mind you, and began to cry. Once she opened her mouth, I saw she had chipped part of her front tooth. Students and teachers rushed in from everywhere, I felt awful. But thankfully she was fine, and her tooth was fixed the next week. Needless to say, though, she never rode the seesaw with me again. (I wonder why??)

I warned you; these stories were dangerous. (Ha-ha!) I was a good, slightly boring kid but when I did get into messes or trouble, a lot of the time it left me with permanent scars. Contact me with your childhood antics and stories. Would love to hear them! Thank you so much for reading. Until next time. Bye!