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bug city
Yesterday morning I saw a construction across the asphalt path that runs through the common area in our neighborhood. It was a long stick, and leaning on the stick were smaller sticks and twigs, bits of lichen-covered bark, and moss. It looked as if ambitious small-scale beavers had decided the path was a flow of water and were attempting to dam it.
Later in the day I was passing by again, and three little kids, two boys and a girl, were happily at work on it. It was, they told me, a bug city, complete with bridges, roads, parks, districts--everything.

This morning Wakanomori and I found it expanded, so I took a video:
They were all so wholly engaged with the work, excited and happy, feeding off each other's ideas.
What White Horses, Nazca lines, pyramids, citadels, or hanging gardens did you get up to creating in childhood? Or now, for that matter?
Later in the day I was passing by again, and three little kids, two boys and a girl, were happily at work on it. It was, they told me, a bug city, complete with bridges, roads, parks, districts--everything.

This morning Wakanomori and I found it expanded, so I took a video:
They were all so wholly engaged with the work, excited and happy, feeding off each other's ideas.
What White Horses, Nazca lines, pyramids, citadels, or hanging gardens did you get up to creating in childhood? Or now, for that matter?
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I'm thinking of those giant cable spools now! There's a place near here where I sometimes walk where there are BUNCHES of those all stacked up, and I'm always thinking how great they'd be for picnic tables--put a shade umbrella in the middle of them and you're good to go! And I can *completely* picture your forts (both the tiny ones for centipedes and the big ones out pallets, cable spools, and corrugated metal). When I was growing up there was an area where lots of large piping had been abandoned--not so large or sturdy that you imagine it for sewers, but for example, what you'd use to channel a creek under a road--and we used to like to crawl through those and imagine those as hideaways or tunnels to places.
PS--I didn't know "caliche," so I looked it up, and am once again wowed by how diverse the biomes are on good old planet Earth.