The first thing my chicken did when she hatched eggs last month was hyperventilate. This same chicken that, for the previous three weeks, had been sitting perfectly still with a look of determination, but as soon as there was suddenly peeping and miniature versions of herself running around underneath her, she was looking around in a panic, as if to say, “Now what?”

I feel like playground equipment has changed a lot since I was a kid. And I wasn’t a kid that long ago. But apparently, they decided that playgrounds were a disaster. We didn’t know that back then. They were always seen as a good day trip for the kids, because they were usually free, and you would spend a half a day there, and then a half a day in the emergency room. The main purpose of playgrounds was to provide a structured space in which to teach kids the laws of physics and the numerous ways it could kill you.