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In elementary school, I playe dodgeball and soccer on blacktop and everyone in gym class had to try to climb a rope and net to the 20' ceiling. I can't imagine how such irresponsible, dangerous things got into our cirriculum. I know that when I have kids, they're going to be issued level III body armor at the beginning of each school year, and I'll lead the local war on recess until the playground is padded and there'e a Faraday cage around the soccer field in case of sudden thunderstorms.
One time after school, my foot slipped off my bike pedal and the gear dug into the back of my leg, leaving me with blood gushing out of 13 chain-grease-filled holes in a nice, straight line down the back of my leg. Naturally, my parents neglected to sue the bike company for making the gear guard removable and the gear sharp enough to puncture skin, and all they did was take me to the doctor to get cleaned up and check if I needed stitches. I still have the scar, and rather than being something to fear happening to kids, it's a good reminder of what a dumbass I was (and still am!); I still remove and disable safety equipment on stuff I own all the time, but I'm a little more careful now.
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