tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post5034909347713187540..comments2024-03-22T03:35:27.752-04:00Comments on Written Inc.: Don't tread on mecarmilevyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00360045114379957605noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-17653482890858880682010-07-04T11:33:47.933-04:002010-07-04T11:33:47.933-04:00Oddly enough, the most traumatic experience I ever...Oddly enough, the most traumatic experience I ever had with playground equipment was in my own back yard when a glider swing caught the heel of my hand between the pole it was suspended from and the steel piece that kept it from flying too high. Nine stitches later I was right back in the game. Four year olds are made of rubber I tell ya. Or used to be anyway.<br /><br />I went in search of some dots in Carrboro Friday night and found <a href="http://mojo11.blogspot.com/2010/07/thematic-photographic-104-dotty-spotted.html" rel="nofollow">this</a>. Not sure what kind of establishment it is, but it certainly fit the theme.Mojohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-84631539784329767622010-07-04T04:55:11.357-04:002010-07-04T04:55:11.357-04:00Most dangerous place for me was Chepstow Roman Vil...Most dangerous place for me was Chepstow Roman Villa remains; I tripped over a wall and knocked my front teeth out. Luckily, like Catherine, it was my baby teeth - but it was very early so I spent a long time wishing for my two front teeth.<br /><br />Playgrounds were easy - it was everything else that was a hazard! :-)<br /><br />I was informed years ago that 'playground padding' is not there to protect the children but the local authority from litigation......<br /><br />cqcraziequeenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15098227916486173799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-49169501595919632462010-07-03T20:25:40.480-04:002010-07-03T20:25:40.480-04:00Worst was when my brother jumped off his end of th...Worst was when my brother jumped off his end of the see-saw without warning. My end went flying up, and I hit myself on the metal handlebar, knocking out one of my front teeth. Fortunately it was one of my baby teeth, and probably not too far coming out in the natural course of things, but it put me off see-saws for a long time. (I think in North America they might be called teeter-totters)Catherinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08236329216260906624noreply@blogger.com