A few weeks ago, Kari and I took Parker to the city park for the first time. It was a perfect evening for an adventure in the park, and we had a lot of fun. But I couldn’t help but notice how dirty the playground was.
It was filthy.
Don’t get me wrong - I don’t think my town’s public playground is any more or less dirty than the average city playground. …But that’s also kind of troubling when you stop and think about it.
The kiddie swings were dirty and grimy, and I hesitated to put Parker in the seat. The slides had streaks on them that could have been dirt but could also have been feces; it was hard to tell. Throughout the playground there were pockets of areas that smelled of urine, and I’m pretty sure there shouldn’t have been any urine smells in those areas.
Kari insists that playgrounds have always been kind of gross. And she’s probably right. I’m sure my Dad Mode was turned on causing me to give my surroundings some extra scrutiny.