When I was pre-school aged, my family would take us to a little airport called Meadowlark.
It was cool because it had a snack bar and a picnic area where you could watch the planes taxi and take off.
Also cool was what I dubbed the "Bouncy Board". It was a low wooden platform made of creaky old wood. Springy wood. My brother and I jumped on it like a trampoline. No trip to Meadowlark was complete without a jump on the Bouncy Board.
The fun ended the day an old timer pointed out that the platform covered an old swimming pool. My brother and I had been stomping on half rotten wood over a concrete hole!
Whoops.
Here's an aerial view of my old, ah, stomping grounds.
It's from this site. Bouncy Board details added by me.
It was cool because it had a snack bar and a picnic area where you could watch the planes taxi and take off.
Also cool was what I dubbed the "Bouncy Board". It was a low wooden platform made of creaky old wood. Springy wood. My brother and I jumped on it like a trampoline. No trip to Meadowlark was complete without a jump on the Bouncy Board.
The fun ended the day an old timer pointed out that the platform covered an old swimming pool. My brother and I had been stomping on half rotten wood over a concrete hole!
Whoops.
Here's an aerial view of my old, ah, stomping grounds.
It's from this site. Bouncy Board details added by me.
4 comments:
Great story about Meadowlark airport and the old covered pool. Too bad the whole place was re-developed...
I enjoy your blog---Take care!
Thanks for the comment walterworld. :)
As you probably guessed, I like your blog too.
I agree it was a shame that it was demolished. I bet the same thing happens to the Tustin blimp hangers.
NAMOWAL!!!
I know why I don't have kids. I could not function. I would be a wreck all the time. We're lucky that Tail o' the Rat exists today.
Thanks, Linda.
It is unnerving how kids have a knack for risking their lives. (One of the reasons I don't have kids myself.) There seems to be an inverse correlation to how dangerous something is and how a kid fears it: there I was, terrified of a tree , yet willing to stomp on rotting wood over a 10-foot hole.
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