A Destroyed Childhood

Today I met with my friend in the village and we got a drink in a cafe on main street before heading into the park. Now this park is an iconic image of both of our childhoods; the swings we tried to go high enough to touch the trees; the old seesaw with the shapes of dog heads on each end, their paint peeling away on your hands; and most prominently the rocket!

It looked a little something like this, but dirtier and older. But that was the charm! But obviously the council, and by association the government, don't see that. Oh no! We entered the park to find a whole new modern set of equipment. And I mean everything! Not one old memory in sight. Also not a child in sight, so what does that say? Hmmm?? (well it says that they were all in school because it was one in the afternoon, but I stand for my decision that is was because of the rubbish modern slide!). How can all the children of the new generation form loving memories with all the shiny metal, none peeling paint and smooth, un-graffitied plastic?! I have no idea what this world is coming to!