Yesterday while Stella (my mini-dachshund) and I were taking an evening stroll in the lovely Seattle spring weather we came across something pretty neat; two kids, about yea high, 8-years old maybe, rocking a couple o’ pogo sticks.
I’m pretty familiar with the 80’s hit, pogo ball, but I’ve actually never seen a real pogo stick. Seemed like a good opportunity to get a closer look.
I asked the kids to explain how it worked; even though it’s obvious, I like the way kids put things together—breathless they began to tell me simultaneously that “you have to boing on the stick to get it to bounce on the spring and then you lean like this to make it move up the street, or down, if you want to go down—which is faster.” Genius! The pogo stick is functional fitness at it’s very best.
They asked me if I wanted to try it. I was too scared. Somehow good ole fashion fun seemed kinda dangerous, and I told them as much. To which the little girl replied, “yeah, our moms don’t like us to pogo on the grass because they think it’s too dangerous…you wanna to see?” I did. They dragged their sticks into the yard and started boinging around. It seemed reckless; heck, it was. These kids were true mavericks, livin on the edge. Oh to be eight again! Or maybe just 21…
During five minutes of extensive online research I learned that the first pogo stick was patented in 1919; for nearly a century not much has changed beyond materials, excluding the extreme pogo scene (yes, this really exists). This is of course proof of functional fitness; there is no room for improvement. That’s some dang good design.