| At my old school we had glorious two story high steel monkey bars apparatus. At some point they put rubber shavings under it as a safety thing. Several years later, they cut it down to one story. Later they removed the whole thing. I know exactly what they mean by fear, excitement and risk. It was fun while it was dangerous yet it was extremely rare for a kid to fall off and be hurt. I fondly remember those steel bars polished by countless human hands like it was yesterday. I don’t know what’s there now. Probably a big sign that says “Your parents made you a pussy” |