Pigfish! It exists!
Years ago a toddler at our house looked askance at our dinner. What was this stuff? (It was pork.) He likes fish but not much else. "It's pigfish," my husband said. The kid ate it. He liked it. He liked it so much, he asked his dad to buy some, and his dad was desperately asking the butcher about pigfish... the mother finally phoned us for details... (no they had no religious ban on pork! That was a different neighbor boy who couldn't eat marshmallows as they contain pork. Who knew.)

Your dad....!

Dad was like that, if one of us got hurt, he did away with the thing that hurt us.

I cannot imagine hauling a swingset in a boat and dumping it - "For years, there it sat with all 4 legs sticking up from the water." What an image!!! What a protective father. He would make a great character in a fairy tale. I'm thinking of how all spinning wheels with needles were confiscated to protect Cinderella, and we know how effective that was.

Childhood is dangerous. Life is dangerous. How safe has your dad kept his children.... you don't have to tell me, but he certainly captivates me. :)