Sunday, December 23, 2007

This used to be my playground

Ok, very melodrama I know, in addition to being a lie (since I took this near Changi Village), but just check this out:


It's really rare nowadays to see those old playgrounds with sand and concrete, isn't it?

Alright, true lah, back then got no sand ban ah, granite barge detainment ah, etc etc to deal with....

But HDB has been making their playgrounds the new-fangled, spongy-synthetic flooring, ultra-futuristic metallic kind for some time already.

You know what I mean - the really confusing kind. Sometimes you can barely tell where the kid's hands and legs are supposed to go. You almost think that they're supposed to crawl down the slide upside down on all fours, like that girl in The Exorcist.

One of the most distinctive sounds from childhood, for me, is the sound of slippers grinding sand as you arrived at the bottom of a concrete slide. And also, slippers grinding sand as you scrambled up a concrete slide.

One of the most distinctive feelings is (maybe not surprisingly...) the feeling of having playground sand ground into your backside as you slid to a painful halt.

But, still, WE ENJOYED IT!!!

Why no more? Unhygienic? Dangerous? Attracts dog/cat shit for children to accidentally dig up and eat/make into sandcastle?

Maybe in the future, the only time that kids get to see sand is when they go to the beach.

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