In an effort to update my blog more, and also to jog my memory a bit, I have decided to regale you with tales of my childhood.  Not in any particular order mind you, just as they come to me.

Starting off slow, this is a shorty.

I used to think that when the dirt got really dry and cracked that the earth would fall apart if the cracks were not filled in and smoothed out.  I did my best to smooth out any crack I saw.

See, like this: