The dangerous, slippery, bars with the big metal bolts exposed so you could rip a hole in your knee if you made a wrong move.
Suspended in the air, supported but not. You felt brave and daring, but still safe.
Did you drop to the sandy bottom and look up, marveling at how far you had fallen.
That was a sort of tag played while climbing around on the jungle gym, and if you fell off you were in the hot lava and became the monster. At least I think that is how we played.
It has been a while.
There was a huge jungle gym at a school near the house I grew up in. Fallbrook Street School. Oh how we all loved to climb on it. Schools weren't locked up then, so we could go climb it anytime.
It was the biggest one we'd ever been on. Climbing all the way to the top was kind of scary.
I wonder if it is still there?
I wonder if it is as big as I remember?
What is your favorite playground memory?