Nah (and the few who did simply shook it off and continued playing). We weren't a bunch of wussies back then. By today's standards the sharp metal playground equipment of my time would have been labeled as super dangerous. Not only that, but the local playground (in the town park) was situated in a heavily wooded area, on the side of a hill, with dirt/rock ground (no "soft" base), the equipment was either bored into tall pine trees or granite boulders (don't swing too high or go under the V-shaped merry-go-round bars), and was surrounded by tall, dense manzanita bushes, tons of sticky bear clover ... and a few abandoned mine shafts. The 1-acre playground here was an adventure in itself.
