A small cache containing only a log book. Bring your own pen. Cache and logbook replaced you may want to bring tweezers.
I thought that seeing that nearly every park near my parents home that I used to play in as a child has a cache hidden I would choose this secluded little park as the site of my first hide. Imagine my shock as I walked to the end of the alleyway that leads to the park and was greeted by a rather plush and freshly cut looking lawn, complete with winding path leading through it. What has happened to the metal slide that my brother and I would use to hide from the rain? Or the perpetually broken swings that were made from old tires and planks of wood that would leave your buttocks embedded with splinters? And where was the roundabout that caused many of my school friends to depart in an ambulance with broken bones after falling from it and landing on to the unforgiving concrete floor?