2012 brought our community a lot of playground fires. Far more than I ever remember before. Tire swings full of hope and fun bursting into flame. Rubber slide mats and monkey bars melting into liquid chemical lava. Swing set chains glowing red then – whoosh! – the wood chip play area is an inferno. Kick ball games ruined by the thousands. Kids had to start wearing those National Geographic tin foil space suits during recess and family portraits.
There's no official explanation. My suspicions, though, point to the same thing that gave us no hockey season this year: God's Hatred for the Children of the Wicked.