Playground designers clearly give no fucks about parents. They go all out for the kids but honestly, you could give them some grass, some sort of platform to jump off, a few sticks and they’d be set. You really don’t need to try so hard.
But what about the poor bastards schlepping these chilluns to the park. What do we get? A couple of metal torture racks that are only ever sizzling or frozen. There’s no in between. Either way, you’re going to be injured sitting down. And that’s it. That’s all we get.
If I was designing a park for parents, this is what it would need: