Oh yeah, that's the shit. When I was a kid, I lived next to a gymnasium that had all of these, including an obstacle course similar to what they use in the Army. They were incredibly tall and difficult to climb, but over the years I scaled and conquered every single one, which made me very proud of my accomplishments. The new playgrounds though? Pussy shit.

Woodchip cushioned playgrounds produce effeminate men. We didn't have a sensitive modern male until the hard-pack dirt under monkey bars was removed.