Two young boys, related to me but a generation removed (I think the term grandchildren belies my youthful appearance and vigorous presence.) are spending a few days with me before the rigors of the school year begin. One of the boys found a shovel, the other a hoe and they started trying to dig in the hard packed ground that is the drive into my shop. I tried to dissuade them but they insisted they wanted to dig. So, I took them up to some ground I had plowed last week that was as soft as crusted snow. They dug with the intensity of a dog after a gopher.
As I watched them dig I was struck by the metaphor of there activities to childhood and adulthood. Some day they will have to learn that in “real life” you almost never get to dig in plowed ground and you always have to backfill the holes.
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