I know, right? As an adult we're like, "Dirt, EW!" while the kid part of our psyche is going, "YAAAY! I GET TO PLAY IN THE DIRT!!! WITH MY SHOVEL!!"
I remember as a kid once breaking down in tears because there was a huge patch of clover in our front yard that Dad had mowed down that didn't grow back. Now as an adult I remember that running barefoot through that patch of clover caused over 3/4 of the beestings I got living there, and most of them on the bottom of my feet.
No freaking wonder I developed an allergy. But even today if I lived in a place where I needed ground cover instead of having yards that were already bricked and gravelled in when I got here, my first question would be, "Clover?" rather than "Grass?"
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Date: 2013-06-18 12:28 am (UTC)I remember as a kid once breaking down in tears because there was a huge patch of clover in our front yard that Dad had mowed down that didn't grow back. Now as an adult I remember that running barefoot through that patch of clover caused over 3/4 of the beestings I got living there, and most of them on the bottom of my feet.
No freaking wonder I developed an allergy. But even today if I lived in a place where I needed ground cover instead of having yards that were already bricked and gravelled in when I got here, my first question would be, "Clover?" rather than "Grass?"