May Days, play days

Doing the “Dizzie Lizzie”

My favorite memories of recess, the ones that stand out the most anyway, are also associated with pain. 

The playground at my old elementary school consisted of a large grassy area, a blacktopped square with a basketball goal, and a sandy area with monkey bars and a balance beam that stood about knee high. There was a swing set with three or four swings, but most of the time, only one or two were operative. (Chain broke, seat broke, big mud puddle beneath, etc.)   

I liked the monkey bars, though.  It was a simple apparatus with a row of bars, and a kid could swing from one to the other like a monkey.  It was quite a feat to swing all the way across without touching the ground. 

One day, I was determined to make it across. I almost made it after a few attempts, but my palms burned so bad from swinging and twisting.  When I looked down, I saw that my skin was blistered and peeled back.

One of my teachers noticed and took me to the office to get doctored up, but my hands hurt the rest of the day.

We played relay games a lot at recess, too.  You know, sack races, the three-legged race and the “dizzie lizzie.” 

Did anyone else ever do the “dizzie lizzie?” 

You ran to a designated mark, picked up a ball bat, and placed your forehead on the grip end of the bat.  The other end of the bat stayed on the ground. You circled the bat three or four times in this position, then you dropped the bat and ran back to the starting line.  At least, you tried.  The faster you circled the bat, the dizzier you got and the harder it was to run straight.

Although this “exercise” didn’t exactly hurt, it usually made me feel nauseous. 

Sounds like a lot of fun, huh?