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My school had one of those spinning things when I was a kid. Rattle snakes lived under it, and the hand bars were wrapped in razor wire. There was a 10 foot deep circular pit around the perimeter with rusted iron spikes and eight inches of human excrement in the bottom.
Because of the rattle snakes, they powered it with a giant electric motor that would sometimes run out of control and spin it at a high rate of speed, flinging fingerless kids into the cinderblock wall until it looked like a Jackson Pollock painting.
Nobody ever complained.
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