They may not have them on modern playgrounds due to the safety considerations that seem to dominate all such matters nowadays, but…
ANY of several different rides basically consisting of an anchored center and something one would either hang on to or (more often) sit down on while it spins. You’d come running up to it and push, push, push it around in a circle until it had built up speed, then jump on and ride.
I just asked someone who said “merry go rounds”. I don’t recall us calling them “merry go rounds” and besides, when I think of “merry go rounds” I visualize much more slow-moving contraptions driven by some power source, with wooden ponies going up and down. Totally not that kind of thing. Damned if I can recall what we did call them though.
Still, that does seem to be how they are listed in some online catalogs of playground equipment.
Did y’all have any other name for that kind of thing?
Yes, we called it a merry go round. The one with horses called a carousel, but we may have called it a merry go round. Of course, now I think about it, I’m not sure if we called a carousel a merry go round.
Always called it a ‘merry go round’ but the ones designed like an upside down cone that you can climb as it spins (and IME are much harder to get up to any serious speed) are witches hats.
Oddly enough, I got an e-mail video of a couple of grown-ups or at least oldish teens sitting in one (it had walls but looked like your basic MGR) and some asshole had arranged a motorbike in such a way that his back wheel was against the side of the MGR and he revved up the bike to drive the MGR to a speed that was enough to throw one of the riders out on the ground.
If you haven’t seen the video I bet it’s on YouTube. Funny as those things go. May be German in origin.
I forgot about the witches hats. I hated those things. The only way we could keep those things spinning was to have 2 kids holding on and running the entire time.
Those ones are the only ones I see in parks anymore, and speed is probably the reason. I can remember getting a doozy of a scrape and practically flying off a merry go round when I put my feet down. A witch hat never got fast enough for that.
But I called it the Vomit Comet. Seems like every time I got on one, my sister and her friends made me stay on it and spun and spun and spun until either I was flung off at a high rate of speed or vomited.
…but don’t think that I didn’t try to aim at my sister. I did.