When our son was a toddler, we lived in a pleasant neighborhood, built into the California hills west of Los Angeles. There was a small park within walking distance of our home, and we went there frequently. Above our neighborhood, there was another park, with playing fields and playground equipment and a paved walking trail that wandered along the hillside.
We went to this other park once. Once.
After being greeted by this sign, we never went back:
Linking up with Ivy at Uncharted for Six Sentence Stories with the prompt "park."