A playground, playpark, or play area is a place with a specific design to allow children to play there. It may be indoors but is typically outdoors (where it may be called a tot lot in some regions). While a playground is usually designed for children, some playgrounds are designed for other age groups. Berlin's Preußenpark for example is designed for senior adults age 70 or higher. It is possible for a playground to exclude children if they are below the required age for entrance.
Modern playgrounds often have recreational equipment such as the seesaw, merry-go-round, swingset, slide, jungle gym, chin-up bars, sandbox, spring rider, trapeze rings, playhouses, and mazes, many of which help children develop physical coordination, strength, and flexibility, as well as providing recreation and enjoyment. Common in modern playgrounds are play structures that link many different pieces of equipment.
Playgrounds often also have facilities for playing informal games of adult sports, such as a baseball diamond, a skating arena, a basketball court, or a tether ball.
"Playground" is a single by Another Bad Creation, from the album Coolin' at the Playground Ya Know! Released on March 25, 1991, the song reached #10 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart, #4 on the R&B chart, and #36 on the Dance chart.
Playground is a jazz album by Michel Petrucciani, which features his generally acoustic-based approach being transformed by the addition of synthesizers and electric bass guitar in the ensemble, as well as a more funk-rhythm driven approach to the music.
The Allmusic review by Scott Yanow awarded the album 4 stars stating "Actually, all 11 of Michel Petrucciani's originals are worth hearing and, despite the brief playing time of this CD, it is recommended.".
All tracks composed by Michel Petrucciani, except as noted
I count the facesAs they are floating by
Some of them look at me
Some of them cry
But all of them
Are soft & pale & dead
So I'm waiting for the sad sweet face
That I can't forget
& how can I make her smile again
I found out
That I had to join the parade
Now that I hold you
It's a little late
You must be dead I know
'cause that's how cold you are
& every time you kiss me
You leave a little scar
How can I make you smile again
She said she loves me -
I'm sweet enough it seems
If blood was black
& if my hands were clean
I would just go to sleep
& laugh at sorrow
I would just go to sleep until tomorrow
& I could make her smile again