Playgrounds in the 1980s felt like entire worlds built just for us. Those wooden forts and rope bridges turned every recess into an adventure. We climbed higher than we were supposed to and jumped farther than we probably should have. Nobody hovered over us or told us to be careful every five seconds. We figured things out on our own, and somehow that made everything feel bigger. The scraped knees were badges of honor, not reasons to go home. The metal slides felt like lava in the summer, and we

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