answer:I did not have playgrounds. I played in the woods, playing war games, battles, swinging over creeks on vines. Digging large holes to live in. Imagination, sweat and dirt was the heart of it all and every single one of us loved it. I am so glad the plastic industry had not yet taken a liking to playground structures. It would have been so damn hard to burn them down, although I surely would have tried. Hell, I sometimes feel like doing it now. I hate colorful plastic “play” structures. I wish the entire idiotic industry would go down in flames.