re: What did you call these pieces of playground equipment growing up? UPDATED

See saw
Merry-go-round
Monkey bars
Never saw that before

1. Teeter totter
2. Don't know...never really had one
3. Monkey bars
4. Don't know

90's-00's Kansas City

First one was a see-saw, second a merry go round and the third monkey bars . First thru Fourth grade in Bay St. Louis, Mississippi from 1967-1971.

See-Saw, Merry Go Round, Parallel bars and I never saw the 4th, bug looking contraption. Wheres the metal slide, tether ball and huge swing sets?

See saw merry go round monkey bars Gen X

Up and Down
Round and round

The fat kids couldn't fit through the holes and would be trapped in there forever

Teeter totter
Merry go round(Wheel of Death)
Monkey bars
NO clue what that last one is..

54 grew up in N.West Ga.

I remember it like it was yesterday, it was the first day of Third grade at Fortune Grammar School. For two years my buddies and I had watched as the older kids scaled the ladder and crossed over the rungs of the Monkey Bars. Time and time again, back and forth like the Kings of the play ground, we stood in awe. The School's policy was that only third graders or above were allowed to cross the Monkey Bars. The older kids were really good at policing this policy and knew if you did not fall into that category. We were utterly dejected. How could they deny us the thrill? Did they consider us to be too weak or immature for such a task? The bus ride into school that morning was filled with talk about recess and our ascent into the upper echelon of the school. Finally, it will be our turn to conqueror the Monkey bars. We would show them that they were wrong, we could have handled it then and we will handle it now.
From my seat in Mrs Thurmons third grade class I had a perfect view of the playground. The Teeter totter, both sets of swings, the balance beam the deeply worn round ring of dirt where the Merry go round had set, on our last day of second grade and there to the far right the Monkey Bars. The sun beams bursting through the clouds day gave an angelic glow to the fresh gray paint that the Janitors had added to all the equipment over rthe summer. The sun seemed to reflect the brightest off the light gray paint of the Monkey Bars. Third grade recess began at 10:00am. By 9:30, the entire classroom was getting antsy.
Our classroom was on the opposite end of the hall, so we were the furthest away. When the 10:00 bell rang for recess, we tore out of the door toward the playground like spectators visiting Spain for the running of the Bulls. We jumped the steps and rounded the corner like mad men. The line was already 20+ kids deep, but it was moving fast. I was third in line before I knew it, second in line behind Jimmy Thompson from my class. A Chubby little girl with T-Rex arms from the other Third grade class climbed the ladder and began her assault. Third rung in she stopped and dangled there for what seemed like forever before falling to the ground with a thud. She moaned as she rolled to one side and those of us at the front of the line witnessed the of blood running down her chubby little arm, but when she noticed it, the muffled moan became primal scream that I can only imagine sounded like a panther being stepped on by an elephant. I can still hear in my head today. Our teachers, upon hearing her terrifying scream came at a dead run coming to her aid, directing us to line up against the fence. We stood in shock as we could clearly see the bone protruding from her arm. The other third grade girls were now crying, some of the boys were laughing, but those of us who had a front row seat to the accident knew what was coming next.
Recess was cut short. We could still hear her muffled cry as we were perp walked back down the hall and into our classroom. The siren that we had heard wailing in the distance, grew louder and louder, as the ambulance finally pulled onto the dew-covered grass of the playground. After a few minutes the sound of the sirens disappeared altogether. The Principal stepped into our classroom and informed us that Stephaine was ok and on her way to the hospital. Our teacher followed him into the hallway for a brief moment then returned. A somber feeling fell over the classroom for the remainder of the day. My friends and I boarded the bus and took our seats. As the bus rounded the corner we could see the Principal and Janitors standing on the sidewalk pointing at the Monkey Bars. Barely a word was spoken by us on the ride home. The rest of the evening flowed on as usual with no mention of the accident. The next morning the bus ride to school was back to normal. We turned the corner into the parking lot, unloaded the bus that's then we noticed only two dirt spots 10 foot apart where the Monkey Bars had once stood.

See-saw

Monkey bars


Metry/Baton Rouge 70's