Perfect Play
Legos, Play-Doh, Hot Wheels, Barbie... Toys that come close to achieving playtime perfection.
But my kids tell me they'd trade everything in for this:
One big ol' pile of dirt. The ultimate playground.
But my kids tell me they'd trade everything in for this:
One big ol' pile of dirt. The ultimate playground.
Permalink posted by Phil at 4:55 PM
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Some of my fondest childhood memories had to do with huge mounds of dirt exactly like that one. Something about dirt and mud is just magnetic. One summer we made a mudhole for the kids in our yard, they absolutely loved it, as did all the kids in the neighborhood. Who needs expensive toys when you've got a mudhole or a mound of dirt?
I grew up next to an unfinished subdivision. It was mud during the rainy season Illinois and cracked earth when it was dry. Bicycle heaven.
Growing up here in CDA, back in the 60s...there was a little dirt road that the City used to dump its excess dirt...covering an area half the size of a football field with these big mounds of dirt...bike heaven, indeed. I remember standing on top of those dirt mounds with my trusty shovel, sculpting out a fun place for all of us to ride. That area is now on 13th Street, just north of Hattie Avenue. Nowadays, it's a neighborhood with paved streets, but ah, I still have the memories.
I doubt you could find a gram of soil in the place I used to bike ride. Every inch has been covered up with townhomes. Sigh.
Oh my gosh, that reminds me of the huge pile of dirt in my backyard when I was ten. I put our chihuahua mix (how the heck do you spell that?) on top of the pile and cover everything but his head. It's okay, I've had tons of therapy. So did he.
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