I think any kid who has swung on a swing set that is not cemented down remembers doing this

And someone always knew someone who swung so high the completely went over the pole at the top

And seeing how far we could jump out / off the swing. Until spring break, 4th grade. Both parents worked and I was home alone all day - and was told NOT to go outside and play and no one could come inside the house. My mom would call me on her breaks and check in on me. So... I'd wait by the phone, lie my a*s off about reading inside the house and then run back out to play. I was jumping off the swing at my neighbors and got tangled in the chains. I crashed and broke my arm. Like, both lower arm bones were sticking out of the skin, muscles torn and I was gushing blood. I remember being way more worried about getting into trouble for lying and disobeying than I was worried about my arm. Literally 3 weeks in the hospital, 7 surgeries, 18 months in a cast, and 24 months of physical therapy later and my arm finally healed.

Poles didn't come out of the ground, only a stray Romanian once in awhile

Of course. And when I was about 7, for some crazy reason my dad built us a swing out of telephone poles. He was pushing me and accidentally pushed my behind off the swing. I still remember, 40 odd years later, the sensation of flying through the air. Luckily for me I was a smart kid and a cat owner, so in those moments that felt like an eternity, I actually had the presence of mind to position myself to land gracefully like a cat. My dad thought he’d killed me and I wasn’t hurt at all.

The teachers on the playground never stopped us from launching ourselves 15' in the air onto gravel or asphalt surfaces. You'd just bleed until recess was over then go to the nurse.

And usually had those little pebbles right under the swing.

I was not allowed to stand on my swingset. At the local park they had high big kid swings which we stood on. My favorite was to pump really hard until I got going really high and then jump off when the swing was at its highest point. I loved that.

I remember my brother slicing his eyelid open going head first down the slide!

I remember back flips on the swing without falling off. All my tooth were in place at the end of the day,it was a miracle.

My little buddy and I would pretend we were paratroopers (my father was one in WWII), swing as high as we could, then jump. Greg broke his collarbone.

The sound it made is forever burned into my brain.

if i was old enough to experience one of those standing UP, i would NOT be alive. or i wouldve broken every single bone in my body. one of the two

I swung on my feet before, i. Do. Not. Like. Thrills., but this is funnnnnnn as heck

Wel im not that old im 25 but i remember poeple doing an full flip on it like fully going around

falling and doing it again!

And then jumping off!

oh yeah

Then came the moment! Do I jump? When do I jump? Is he going to jump before me? I hope I jump farther than him!

I remember calling it "tumping the poles". For a 10 year old me, It was my suicide attempt.

... and then JUMPING off to see how FAR you could go!!

And then jump as far as you can.

My dad cemented ours in so we'd stop tipping it over.

Swing as high as possible, jump out at the height (tomboy girl) and try to stick the landing! I may still be in trouble. 😁

I truly believed I could go all the way around.

Yes, oh what a great child hood we had.

I remember swinging so high we would swing over the entire bar!!! Crazy…

Yep

I thought hopefully can go all the way around

Splintered rump and backs of legs …

The goal was to loop de loop! Lol

Ah the days when we accepted the consequences of our actions. Now playgrounds don't have the same thrills.

Yes!!

Jump ! Jumo !! Lol

I have a scar from the wooden swing because I jumped off of one when I was going to fast and misjudged where I landed and ended up right in the path of the empty swinging swing and it caught me in the corner of my right eyebrow and I still have the deep scar to this day! But, it was fun until I got face checked by a wooden swing on the playground!!

Probably the reason I do not ride roller coasters to this day. Trauma.