A day at the playground

In their little gated community, they had three different playgrounds: a playground for babies, the playground for grade-schoolers and the playground for adults.

Even in a community where babies come in every shape, size and age demographic, the older babies like high schoolers and college-kids sharing swingsets and sandboxes with their tinier, phenomenally more fragile counterparts would be a disaster waiting to happen. Thankfully, there was enough donation money and tax-dollars for there to be more than one playground in their little town.

The Keith Park Adult Playground was in many ways similar to a regular public playground. It had swingsets, slides, a sandbox, jungle-gyms and a public restroom off to the side, though all of this was at least three times the size of the other playgrounds, and it certainly needed to be. The playground was a popular spot on the weekends for a lot of the adult babies of the community, both for people new to the town who wanted to experience being a baby in public, and lifelong babies like Paulette who needed a place to meet her friends on her off hours.

This wasn't the 80's, and the town didn't have an indoor shopping mall to hang with her girl friends like they did on TV.