This is the kind of place I played in as a child..
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Damn. We just had metal slides that burned the crap out of you, merry-go-rounds that flung you into the next town if you couldn’t hold on tight & monkey bars that broke bones and chipped teeth when your foot missed a step lol.
I grew up in rural, mountainous east Tennessee, and coal mining was one of the key industries in that region. I remember very well climbing all over a coal tipple that was at least 100 feet high. Coal tipples were used to dump coal down an inclined steel ramp with various spaces between the steel rods.... it was a cheap and gravity based way to sort different sizes of coal. My friends and I climbed all over that thing when no one was around, and it could have easily killed us if we'd fallen. Ah, good times.
A 20-foot long rope tied to a branch oak tree growing on the bank of the Orange river - best "toy" I had as a kid...until the day the rope broke mid-swing when I was still over the shallow water near the bank - I needed help walking the two miles back home that day and my tail-bone hurt for a month. My friends and I spent the next day scrounging the neighborhood for a suitable replacement rope.
My 'play' ground consisted of 15 acres of woods, a stream, and an abandoned sand pit filled with junked cars! The cars were great fun but you had to watch for copperheads!
I didn't have poisonous snakes to deal with fortunately :)
I did have a local park with a 'slide' that was down the side of a mound of concrete as tall as a house. I used to ride my bike down it :D
When I was little we heated with a wood stove that was fascinating to me. My Mom really had to watch or I would be at the stove, she said "hot" and swiped my hand away before I could touch it. Worrying that I might get seriously burned my parents finally stood by and let me touch it, Ok now I know what hot means.
My Dad: “If he’s smart - he’ll only do it once.”
“What’d you learn?”
“Here’s $20 - I don’t wanna see you til Monday.”
I remember winters in WA in elementary school, after it would snow at first recess kids were out for blood in a giant snow ball fight.
We had a sledding hill behind our house. A steep incline, a curve, then down the riverbank onto the frozen river. We could really get flying on the old Radio Flyer! Best part, my Dad helped us make it.