Sarah and I went for a walk to get our mail, and we found something that took me back to my childhood...FLUFFY DIRT.
My Dad owned a construction company (Teton West Steel) that built huge metal buildings mainly in the Idaho desert. He would bring his little girls (like me) to job sites to bond and build a work ethic in us.
When I saw Sarah toddle into the construction area of our development, I had a flashback...fluffy dirt. For some reason, all of the heavy machinery going over the dirt made it light, silty, and...fluffy. I remember being covered in it (and tar, but that is another story), kind of like Sarah today.
I need to get a sandbox. It might be almost as fun as fluffy dirt.
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