When I started this series, I never once suspected the process would conjure up such nostalgia for me. However, as I delved deeper and deeper, I was both astonished and saddened to learn that what I remember a playground to be was rapidly being erased.
Over the years, nervous parents had worked themselves into such a frenzy to over-protect their children that they managed to strong-arm park officials into deeming the merry-go-rounds, see-saws and monkey bars of my youth ‘dangerous’.
Really? When did we become a nation of wimps?
I earned my stripes on similar play structures and what I remember most are the hours of fun spent climbing, swinging, spinning, jumping and sliding. So many life lessons learnt on boards of splintered wood and bars of cold steel, where what laid below…