There's a new playground at Zachary's school.
It looks exactly like a typical playground found in any park in 2010 in the USA.
It's all plastic.
And he is not allowed to play on it.
It's too dangerous.
Only 3rd - 5th graders are allowed on it.
If younger kids play on it they may bruise their elbows or skin their knees
or something horrific like that.
I wish my kids knew the joys of an old school playground.
You know, the ones we grew up on.
Threw up on.
Cracked open our heads and knocked out our teeth on.
The goldmine of all playground equipment was the merry -go -round.
It was especially fun if recess came right after lunch.
Who didn't enjoy jumping off the seesaw as it lowered
and watching their partner slam to the ground, nearly breaking their tailbone.
I busted my lip open on one of these.
What fond memories.
I miss this most of all.
The metal slide.
It was always strategically placed in the sun
where you could go careening down at 100 mph leaving a legacy of melted skin behind.
And my kids will never know these joys.
Perhaps I'll let them ride their bikes without a helmet on.
If they survive, they may get a small taste of what it was once like.