A park with families and kids, lots of kids, is exactly where you would expect homosexuals to be found, preying on male children. It’s called recruiting.
Used to love parks so much, as a kid growing up. They would always catch my eye, driving by, whatever locality.
But now so many are places to be carefully avoided, full of creepy homo perverts hanging around restrooms, or zonked-out, degenerate dopeheads lying around picnic benches. My parents and grandparents generation would never had let them degrade in such ways. They would have been out there in force, with baseball bats, and cracking skulls.