Playground? Luxury!
Our nearest and best "playground" was the donkey fields. I think most small towns and villages in the British Isles had one of those, or a nearest equivalent. Everything happened on that field; trees for climbing up and falling off instead of frames, knotted rope for swings, planks of wood balanced on an old oil drum on its side. Nettles, there were always nettles and blackberry canes that tore bloody great holes in your shorts and 5 inch long, deep scratches in your legs..... but I digress and await other incoming examples of childhood memories!😁
Sadly local authorities mimic national government and don't 'do' maintenance.... only projects!
Edited to add: and there were no areas set aside for dog shit. So if you were unlucky you went home smelling of the stuff.