The better playground

wasn't the one at my school (Cresthaven) but at this other school that was a bit of a distance away, and you had to cross a major four lane (two going each way) street with a traffic light to get there, and then walk past this house that was done in this pseudo-Alpine style (dark wood beams and large white surfaces, with lots of triangular angles (does this make any sense?)), and only then were you at this other playground. It was much better than the one at Cresthaven, but older maybe and a little more run down. It had these different playground structures, and they were connected by a hanging bridge made of wood planks with, chains running through them probably. I was only six at the time, and so getting there was quite a feat, especially the time I did it myself, and then it got dark, and I wasn't even sure if I knew the way home, but made it back as evening set in anyway, and everything was Okay after-all. Another time we were there (with my dad) and there was this dirty looking blond kid who was only a couple of years older then me, and he was smoking a cigarette. I think there were housing projects nearby, and years later I heard that one of them was some sort of giant crack-dealing building.