This is that thing in the playground where you hang on and then slide across while keeping your feet off the ground. I am 38, so it doesn’t work for me anymore, but it seems like a cool idea.
I have learned a few things about property value since moving and buying a house. The most relevant point I’ve learned is that a park directly across the street from a house is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because, if you have small children, having a park within a two-minute walk means easy access and you can put less playground equipment in your own yard because the city has conveniently spent a lot of money so you don’t have to.
The curse? Some dipstick with too much money from his negligent parents, the drug trade, or whatever, is playing his bass-induced stereo out the back of his parent-purchased GMC Yukon for his friends in the skate park. Luckily his bedtime is pretty early, and he’ll have to check in with Mommy and Daddy before long. Plus, the city comes around and locks the gate past which he’s parked his Yukon so he’ll have to leave.
I happen to fall into the category of person who believes that having a skate park/playground/tennis courts/twin rinks/running trail across the street, instead of staring into the living room of my neighbors, is a massive blessing.
Pentax K20D; Sigma 70-210mm; f5.6; ISO 800; 1/80 sec.