My old elementary school (which stopped being an elementary school not long after I left) has the swings rusting in the desolate schoolyard. Sometimes when I walk by I hop the fence (all 1 foot of it; it’s a NE style stone wall) and swing on it. It’s super creaky and I feel like the creepy little girl in a horror movie.
Preservation in Pink 
My old elementary school (which stopped being an elementary school not long after I left) has the swings rusting in the desolate schoolyard. Sometimes when I walk by I hop the fence (all 1 foot of it; it’s a NE style stone wall) and swing on it. It’s super creaky and I feel like the creepy little girl in a horror movie.