Searching for trumpet worm nests in the dirt was never a meaningless childhood pastime.
It wasn’t boredom, nor a lack of creativity—it was survival wrapped in curiosity, hope tucked beneath dirty fingernails, and a kind of adventure only children who grew up with very little could truly grasp. While others were glued to glowing screens, we vanished into fields and …
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