I didn't expect to write an entire column after seeing a pile of sand in a bucket one day, but as a memory of my old sandbox was recalled, a column was born. My thoughts ran through the endless hours spent in my sandbox, long since dismantled and forgotten. Not a care in the world once your bare feet hit the sand. Well, we'll have none of that now, my collegiate instinct responded. I couldn't answer.
Showers are the way to go now, and there's no a plastic battleship in sight.
The trend continued as I stopped by a playground one night. I remembered when it was a thousand different places at once. It was the giant robot you had to scale in order to defeat an evil empire. To the kids on the other side of the slide, it was a jungle where they had been tracking a tiger for hours that seemed like minutes. There was room for both ideas.