Lynn Hummel: Imagination and a pile of junk
When our grandson Sam came to visit us as a small boy he was always taking pieces of lumber and building things. First he was putting wooden steps on trees to climb them and later he was building elaborate tree platforms. When he was about 12, he rode along with me to the landfill (when I was his age we called them dump grounds, but now they’re cleaner, neater, and more orderly). We went past an area where old bikes, lawnmowers, wagons and wheelchairs were unloaded and he went bananas.
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