The parents not caring is bullshit. Once my Dad came over and explained, we were doing it wrong and demonstrated for the kids a better, faster, more dangerous method before then ignoring us and heading back to the other adults.
Mums will not let their kids on it. Dads will spun it faster to teach their kids about conservation of momentum.
My school had one of those. One day we got the idea to tie one of the kids to it around his waist and make him run around to spin it. I still remember our teacher asking “where’s Willy?” once recess was over, then looking out the window to see him desperately trying to untie himself.
I remember we didn’t stop those for anybody. You want on? Sprint and jump. Want off? I still have a vivid memory of trying to get off one, being thrown outward, and getting a bar between the legs. Went to the bathroom and found blood in my underwear. Can’t believe I still walked home after that
That’ll happen after a solid meatspinning. Merry-go-rounds can be pretty dangerous too if you’re not careful.
In my home village we have a much safer and much better version of it:
You can accelerate yourself by just pulling at the plate in the middle, meaning that everyone can have fun and you can probably get much higher speeds.
Back in my day, we walked for miles uphill in the snow to school, we rode the unprotected meatspin, broke all of our bones, and then we walked for miles uphill back home. Kids these days are so spoiled and pampered!!!
Exactly you can use the railing to hang on the outside. Greater speed and much more fun.
Meh, the constant threat of being thrown violently out into oblivion was most of the fun!
I only think of one thing when I see “Meatspin”. And I don’t want to search for it… But it gets You Spin Me Round stuck in my head…
That was my spray in TF 2 for a while. Had to pay it forward, right?
Good times.
Like a record, baby.
My old school “upgraded” it when we left… by asphalting around it.
Knees are overrated.
A core memory of mine is getting flung off of one of these things because of the centrifugal force, falling on my back, and being unable to breathe for like 20-30 seconds … until I screamed at the top of my lungs, and things slowly returned to normal, while the teacher just went: oh you’re fine, don’t be a baby. I was 6.
Jesus Christ
Got my first real concussion on one of those things. All I remember is that one minute I was flying off of it and the next minute I was at home and I had been there for several hours.
It’s a teleportation device.
Teleports kids to the ER
ER?
Look at you with your fancy “Healthcare” and “Insurance”!
We treated wounds via walking them off, and occasionally hiding behind a tree to sob silently so you didn’t get laughed at.
The game was, you’d put one kid in the middle and then everybody else would do their level best to spin the damn thing so fast it would either drill into the Earth’s mantle or take off like a helicopter.
When people ask where I was at during 9/11. I didn’t find out about it until hours after it happened
Pffft. 70s Scotland says ‘hold my beer’.
We had a Witches Hat. Far bigger than the one in this video and we went a lot quicker and with a lot more perturbation.
The moped plus roundabout was a thing a while back; maybe that’s why they disappeared?
Bosnian space program training.
I somehow flipped over one of the bars and bashed my head on the deck (wooden on ours rather than metal) when I was around 6 or 7 years old. No stitches, though I don’t see any noticeable scar. I don’t remember much aside from seeing blood and a headache.
Don’t swing on that one, Matt threw up on it.
