Friday, April 1, 2016
I've railed before on this very blog I think about the trend toward safe and bland playground equipment. There I go again sounding like I want children to get hurt. It isn't that at all, but adventure, fear, risk . . . those are beautiful things. Kind of almost worth flying through the air and landing hard with a mouth full of sand. This playground equipment seems pretty safe. No hard edges or hot metal, or free-fall from ten feet up, but still honestly it looked fun. These little kids had their own challenges, trying to grow up under watchful eyes.
As it happens, I used to work across the street from this park, also to the west, but slightly further south, to the left and out of the picture. I was only a few years wiser about the world than the children of the playground. I used to walk across the street to the park for my lunch hour. I probably even occupied the swings sometimes - those treacherous swings of a bygone era. There were pigeons eating things they shouldn't and old tired men drinking from paper bags.