As an adolescent?
As a young adult?
Nowadays?
When I was a boy, cars-n-trucks were fun to roll around the dirt piles at construction sites. That didn't last long, though. Next came models of dinosaurs, each approximately the size of a shoe. Those we applied to dirt mounds, too. Interest in them was short-lied, also.
Mainly, we enjoyed adventures on our bikes or on hikes. One of the places we road to was this bridge. We'd secure and seclude our bikes under the bridge, which spanned a valley between Duquesne Boulevard and Kennywood Amusement Park. Then, we would climb up those supports, nestling in at the very top, holding on tightly, waiting for a trolley to pass over us. If we were lucky, two trolleys would pass over at the same time, causing the whole structure to tremble and shake and rattle and sway! We loved it! It scared the breath out of us! That bridge was so flimsy it only had wooden planks, each approx. a foot wide and 3' long, for pedestrians, and often some of them would be missing, and you could see straight down into the valley right through the vacancies in the walkway. Not nice, esp. when you had your mom with you.
At the bottom of the valley, you can see a rail yard where empty coal hoppers and cabooses were kept. We'd climb in and out of them, running like the wind up that hillside, back to our bikes, if we got yelled at by RR personnel.
Adventures. That's what my childhood play was all about.
How about you?
