I am sorry to those who look forward to these posts. I have been very busy with finishing my masters degree and starting a new relationship. (I will have more on the latter in a later post.)
I will continue down memory lane with some ramblings about my childhood imaginings. My family owned an empty lot next to our home that we used to grow corn every year. I noticed that the cobs looked like rockets so I came up with the idea that I could pretend that they were missiles. I dug a few shallow interconnecting trenches in my backyard that I placed wooden boards over them. I put some dirt over the boards and pretended that they formed a missile base. There were a few places that served as underground launch pads for the corncob missiles stored in the tunnels. The base was not very active because my father had to mow the yard, so I had to repair the yard. The base had "launched" a retaliatory strike against an alien planet for its first strike attack on Earth.
My father and grandfather had a pile of bricks in our backyard that they used to prop up the riding mower when they were working on it. I used to stand the bricks on their ends to serve as small cities. I used small rocks out of the driveway to use as little cars. This set up worked really well except when the great lawn mower demanded the dismantling of the cities for the grass to grow.
They were fun times. Just remember that God has given us imaginations that cannot be limited by the materials around us. Just remember to ask God how to use the materials around you, and He will show you how in a mighty and sovereign way.
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