Not many left from his generation!
I thought the slide part was pretty funny and related to that. Up north everything is done a little bigger.....and stupider. At the local amusement park they built this huge fort thing where they took 50 gallon steel drums and welded on top of one another, and then put those metal rebar ladder steps in to climb up......it was 15-20ft high so you got a bunch of kids 12 and under climbing up this make shift tunnel one right after another, and when you get to the top to go down the two slides you're all grouped together next to a fucking 2-3 foot hole that goes down 15-20 feet with rebar steps sticking out and kids climbing up the whole way down.......what could possibly go wrong? LOL!
The part about getting to the bottom, and picking gravel out of your ass back then is so true too. It wasn't until right b4 we moved when I was 15, and my little sister was 7 that they finally decided the gravel and rocks should be replace with safer "wood chip" material. Now when I say wood chips you have to remember I'm talking about growing up in the U.P. and Great Lakes area where we have some pretty big fucking trees.....and it wasn't those nice fine processed wood chips you see now days that provide a soft landing....it was huge pieces of tree bark, that of course we use to whip at each other like throwing discs!!! So if you weren't dodging those, you were getting splinters in your ass and the back of your legs once you flew off the bottom of the slide vs. gravel and flesh wounds from jagged stones! Also, the dads and uncles taught us the trick of using wax baking paper under your ass to go down the slide faster, because their entertainment for taking you to the park was watching you fly 5 feet through the air horizontally past the end of the slide while they take a pic of your face going
It's amazing that my only two injuries in life came after 35yrs old, and were from completely benign goofy freak happenings.
