Susan watched the kids playing in the little water playground. There were sprinklers scattered around this 16’ x 16’ section, and a contraption that filled buckets and dumped them on the kids huddled underneath, eyes cast down, waiting for the next splash. The mushroom waterfalls looked the most refreshing—gentler water—though a tot running after his dad through the water avoided the runoff of the mushrooms. Maybe even that much was too much for him. And no one had yet dared the red ring with painful-looking sprays forming about twenty radii, just waiting for someone to disruptively burst through.