When we were little, but big enough to get in a swing, we had no rules. You just got in the swing and took your chances. If you fell and broke your arm, then you fell and broke your arm. Your mom took you to the emergency room and not the lawyers office. The next day you were back on the swing again.
Sometimes there might be some dumb kid in front of your swing and as you swung, you hit him in the head (accidentally). He might cry or even get mad, but he never stood in front of a swing again in his life. This is called learning a lesson.
My kid once stood in front of a tire swing as a bunch of kids went on a crazy ride. The tire swing whacked her in the body and shoved her into a metal pole. She passed out and had a concussion. I took her to the doctors, not the lawyers office. She learned a lesson as did every kid on that play ground. And of course she got lots of hugs and kisses from me.
But now we have rules. Posted in the play yards.
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