Weeeeee.
We’ve got a few parks in our neighborhood, one of which is Wells Park. A new playground just opened a few weeks ago and it’s got all sorts of new contraptions to terrify parents, including the mega-teeter-totter. It’s a three or four-person wide teeter totter that involves roller coaster style hand rails. It’s pictured here, and although it doesn’t look like much – as soon as you get a sugar-fueled tween standing on top of that thing, it becomes instant disaster-on-springs. Nevertheless, the mega-totter seems pretty fun for the when tween-free.
My brief experience in the new playlot has led me to the following observation: tweens in a playground are the equivalent of teenagers in a mall: you’re not really psyched about them being there and their presence makes you slightly uncomfortable, but you can’t really figure out a good, solid reason to tell them to go home.
