What if places have a memory? It’s not too much of a stretch to think that such is true for houses and the rooms within. But, what about your neighborhood playgrounds? By day they are the gathering places for our children, their parents, their hopes, dreams and quiet regrets. At night they are the places where beer is consumed and virginities are taken. This piece looks at our neighborhood playground as both a mythical and mystical place that comes alive when no one is looking.