I recall sustaining a number of very painful grazes to my knees in Reception class, and may have even received a bump on the head at some point during my junior school years.
I believe that is perfectly adequate grounds grounds for me to sue my local council back in the UK, wouldn’t you think?
Also, I remember something called a “dressing-up box”, where we were permitted, nay encouraged, to put on clothes which were frequently of an inappropriate gender orientation. This has traumatised me in my later years, when I have noticed a certain gender-uncertainty. I’m sure I could sue for that as well.
Don’t get me started on the play-kitchen.
“You think they make this shit up? It’s all in the book. Their f***ing book. The only book they ever read. They read it all the time. They never stop. They’re there for one reason and one reason only. To die for the caliphate and usher in a world without infidels. That’s their strategy, and it’s been that way since the 7th century.” 
Aussie Madness 