Fashion, Food & Business School

soadypop:

In Charleston, I spent a lot of late nights playing on the many fantastic playgrounds that small town has to offer. It was an idyllic college environment: riding our bikes to different playgrounds, sitting on top of the dugouts sharing secrets, getting motion-sick at the physics playground at 3am, looking out over the water from the top of the dragon at Brittlebank. Those playground adventures are some of the memories I cherish most about that town, particularly now that I live in a big city where it is both unsafe to be on a playground at night and also illegal to be on a playground without a child. So today, when one of my fellow Charleston playgrounders sent me this page of vintage playgrounds, I was flooded with nostalgia and happy memories.

Thanks, Jess.

Also, there’s a ROBOT PLAYGROUND.