I miss those days of playgrounds with sand, not today's safety-obsessed rubber-padded everything.We would play Blind Cat, where we would (pretend to) close our eyes and miraculously find our classmates on the labyrinthe climbing frame. The runners were not allowed to touch the ground, hence the minor acrobatics to swing under, over and through (insert your own preposition) the metal bars.
We also got electric shocks when we rubbed the fibreglass slides and touched the metal handrails, a sudden spark and crackle eliciting yelps of pain.
We also ran the risk of having bird poo smeared on our hands when we navigated swiftly away from the catcher. Not to mention urine bombs thrown from the HDB flats above.
Best of all, we had some creative types who would just wait silently and patiently at the springy animal thingies at the side, the lazy way to avoid any stealthy movement whatsoever. I made it the first place I would check.
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