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Date: 2011-07-20 03:54 am (UTC)When I was growing up, one playground in my area had a bark mulch floor. It had good equipment - probably better than most in the area - but the problem was that the bark mulch had a tendency to give tiny slivers. It was such a salient feature of that playground that we called it 'the bark mulch playground'.
(I think most of the playgrounds in my area had gravel floors. Much better.)