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Holy crap, a mind of a child... glad you are around to tell the story! As a kid, we climbed what we could and often jumped from it. Fire/maintenance ladders on school buildings that were 5+ meter tall. Once we were jumping from that roof, small idiots as we were, it was scary as hell. Or forming a long queue of kids who ran up to first story of a building, jumped from balcony on grass (solid 4 metres), got themselves together and ran up again. Group behavior certainly didn't help - if one mustered enough courage to do something, the temptation for the rest was massive. My mind of adult doesn't comprehend how we survived all this without ending up on wheelchairs or dead. I was constantly bruised, my legs were khaki map of colors that would gain attention of social services today. I am not aware of any single serious injury to anybody I knew, although I had few broken bones over childhood, never from the most dangerous stuff. I recall few hard hits though, ie once falling from bike in frontal way that made me unconscious for few seconds. I just got up a bit dizzy, dusted myself, checked bleeding bruises and moved on. When a kid died, it was always something else - ie being hit by a car for whatever reason for example. As parent myself, I am not sure if we are more sensitive than our grandfathers were, their generation very visibly didn't communicate their emotions so openly (I discussed this with various europeans and americans and this experience seems universal), but I don't think they felt/cared less. Just whole mindset was different, where the threshold ok/wtf lies. |
This is why you as an adult are not allowed to enjoy a bouncy castle. The insurance companies won't cover adult use of one because the risk and severity of injury is so much greater.