There are currently only four of us who show up regularly for this little group, so we decided the day was nice enough (70 degrees, cloudless sky) to tote our knitting to a nearby park and knit outside.
It was empty when we first got to the park, but it eventually became covered with crazed children. I mean, those kids were using that thing like a weapon: spinning it faster than it was ever meant to go, then deliberately letting go and launching themselves into space. (And often toward us. The benches you see behind the merry-go-round were the ones we were sitting on. See how close we were sitting?)
Fortunately, none of the kids actually broke a bone (although it really sounded like they would), and none of them actually came into contact with any of us, but if they had, we were ready. After all, as long as we've got our knitting bags, knitters are fully armed. We've got those wonderful pointy, metal sticks, and we know how to use 'em.