The merry-go-round

I never did like the merry-go-round.  It was a fall-down-drunk kinda fun and I wanted a "go some where and do something" kinda fun.  Walking down the tree line of the playground and slipping over to the city park nearby to the elementary school.  That was fun.  There were these "massive" (imagine a first grader's perspective here) wooden structures that were easily two stories.  The bigger kids would scale the outside and walk the upper perimeter.  The bridge between two of them was three of four body lengths across.  Plenty of room to fall and the height was way over head.
My goal was to cross the bridge.  Nothing like walking the parapet, but these are the goals of a first grader.  First try, no dice.  Go home.  Second try, hands and knees.  Go home.  Third try, Shane Cousins pushes me ahead of him causing me to scream and cry inside, not all of it stayed inside.  Go home.
Fourth try, walk across the bridge backwards like the fifth graders do.  Then look up and climb the upper wall.  I don't walk, just sit there.  But Shane Cousins isn't up here.  He's not even here.  It's Saturday, no school.
Lesson?  No.  I'm in first grade, I'm still learning my addition and nouns...how advanced do you think a kid can be?