I don’t recall any extra special playground at all to be quite honest. They all seemed the same and had no special interest to me. My playground was my bicycle. I was given an old black bicycle and I loved it. I was on it just about every day. Since we moved around a lot I would get on my bike when no one was looking and ride around every street and look at the houses, the people and their gardens.
I do recall one playground close to where we lived though. It had a huge bush/shrub in the middle of it and one day when I decided to run away, I ran to that bush an sat deep in it the whole day – LOL. Eventually after what felt like forever my brother came to look for me. He was super mad because he was instructed to find me… It was a bit silly of me – 🙂