How did I miss this great Retrocrush musing on how deadly the playgrounds of my childhood were? (Warning: gross story ahead.)
Once I had spaghetti at my best friend's house, then went to her soccer practice. While she was playing, I spun myself silly on one of those round merry-go-rounds like the one shown here, got pyrotechnically sick*, and was cruelly taunted for the rest of the night by these sent-from-hell older kids. I never wanted to wear that top again, and it was a long time before I ate spaghetti, too.
*TM Donna Tartt, "The Secret History."