Ahhh these were the playgrounds of my youth; no moulded plastic pieces or soft rubber mats. It was cold, hard concrete, metal, wood and sand... Oh that dreadful sand. Sometimes you could smell pee and sometimes, cats would use it as their open toilet.
But still, there was a charm to it, a uniqueness each one had, an experience each had to offer to a child.
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