The house I grew up in had two rusty swings with splintery wood
seats, next to a sandbox that my brother and I instinctively avoided
because all the neighborhood cats instinctively didn't. That was it. If
we wanted more, we went to the school yard next door, which mostly we
didn't. Nobody had anything better and nobody missed it.
But now! Ooh, play structures! Castles! Swinging bridges, eagles' nests and sky walks!
Let's get our kids everything we never knew we needed when we were
kids, shall we? You know, to make up for our own bleak love-starved
childhoods?
Yeah, I'm being ironic, because I do think these
are really cool. Which is why I spent hours several summers ago
painstakingly staining the wood that comprised our own play structure,
which STUPIDLY did not contain a swing, I mean, whose stupid idea was
that? OF COURSE kids need swings, who would assume they didn't? Oh. Me.
That's right. Because it's what I chose out of the endless number of
semi-custom permutations available in our swanky wood play set thing.
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