Wednesday, November 2, 2011

oldskool

Since having a baby, our idea of a wild weekend has changed drastically. But one activity that we've started doing is checking out all of the local parks. It's nice to get out and enjoy the still-nice weather, and the number of parks around here means there's always a new one to explore.
On Saturday we went to a new one (whose name escapes me) and I was delighted to see good old fashioned wooden playground toys. It seems over the last 15 years all of the awesome wooden toys of my youth have been replaced with plastic monstrosities with no character because they're supposedly safer and cheaper to maintain. I say that getting a splinter the size of a toothpick from a creaky old wooden playground is just part of growing up.
Look at these beauties! Who wouldn't want to play on the U.S.S Garcia?


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