Thursday, November 12, 2015

Pit of Fire

I can remember when we were little, if we ever declared we were bored at my Aunt's house, she would send us out to the backyard to collect sticks. She'd offer to pay us a penny a stick, and we'd happily romp around the yard, gathering sticks and making big piles for her to count later. She never paid us that I can remember, but we didn't care, that wasn't really the point. Now Paul and I tell our kids the same thing. Bored? Go collect sticks for a "bomb fire." And they do!



















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