Playground Observation

Ever since I was young, I have been a very energetic child. Some might call me hyperactive. You can often times see me playing in the dusty old playground of my community center, a rundown brown and maroon weathered old building that has seen too many years of dry Arizona heat. In that playground, you can find a large chrome red agility course complete with a set of monkey bars and a wide yellow slide that extends from the top of the course to the ground level. In the corner of the playground area you can find the toddler area which consists of a blue sandbox, (if you can call it that), between you and me it looked more like an overgrown litter box for the local strays animals, and a couple of spring rocker animals, the kind where you sit your child on them and they hold on to the handlebars

In this particular afternoon, I was playing on the agility course. You start off by climbing a four-foot tall ladder that connects to the top part of the course which is the monkey bars. After swinging across the bars you reach a platform which connects to a second platform by a rope bridge. On the second platform, you can either slide down the yellow slide to ground level or climb down a set of stairs to the floor.

After running a few laps on the agility course I decided to be a bit more adventurous and chose to add some balancing to my workout. I climbed the monkey bar ladder to the top but instead of grabbing onto the bars, I hoisted my body up onto them and stood high upon the metal structure. I was good seven feet off the ground, which may not seem like much but to a child of only 8 years, it might as well be a 2 story house. Slowly while balancing a made my way to the first platform of the course. About halfway through my balancing act, I