one of the GrandPatties asked for a toy as a birthday present. You then carefully place a shovel-full of dirt in a box and proceed to wrap it up all nice, shiny bow and everything. When they open it, what do you think will be their reaction?
When I was young, dirt and books were my toys. Luckily I had enough forethought not to combine the two though. When I was seven, my parents had a new septic system installed in our back yard and I spent hours upon hours making a mini-Grand Canyon with waterfalls, rapids, and bridges from the dirt/clay pile. It was pretty extravagant and I loved it. Then the "serious" landscaping had to take its place. I still think my work was more imaginative. ; )
@Alassea Eruvande I don't exactly get your point, why one's childhood would be 'deprived' if he consider now that he is grown-up that dirt isn't what might be called a toy? As a child I played with sand, mud ect and was having good times. But here's the thing: You can play with probably anything in some ways and sometimes at your risks and perils. Is then anything are waht might be called toys? I do not think so.
(This post was edited by sam90 on Aug 31 2012, 11:58pm)
Mud pies.... Mud fights.... Drawing in mud... Sandcastles.... Plus if you live in a place like where I grew up, the dirt can be almost entirely composed of clay. I used to make clay statues and pots and harden them in the sun.