Asakiyume mita

What wonderful imaginations they have! I love it. When I was little and lived in arid West Texas, there were little gullies created by the flash floods over the caliche plains. My siblings, friends, and I would dig connecting tunnels in the gully faces for millipedes, which we lovingly relocated to our complexes, and had high hopes that a few horny toads would find abode there, too. I also have memories of building forts with old corrugated tin sheets, wooden pallets, and those giant cable spools. Sprout just sat down with me while I was reading this entry and told me about a recent playdate at a wild area near home here in Lebanon when another kid told her that a certain boy her age was "too mature" now to build forts. To which, Sprout told me, "I don't think he is going to have very much fun as an adult if he thinks he is too 'mature' for fun and fort-building." :P