An adult critiquing a playground is kind of like a cat delivering the surf report. It simply wasn’t made for us. So I’ll turn to my three-year-old son, who, when asked what playground he wants to visit, invariably chooses “the wooden one.” What he means—and what he’d say if he were a stiff-kneed grownup incapable of enjoying the pleasures of a twisty slide—is the 4th Marine Division Memorial Playground at Giggle Hill. (Really, “the wooden playground” is much less cumbersome, and more descriptive.) By any name, it’s a great spot, cooled by Haiku breezes, surrounded by open green fields and covered picnic tables ideal for birthdays and other kiddie occasions, and, most essentially, boasting a ton of quality play equipment, tailored for everyone from timid toddlers to rambunctious elementary schoolers. Adults are the ones who voted this the winner, but it’s the kids who’ve truly spoken.