tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376201.post4978594290644389417..comments2023-10-17T01:17:50.579-07:00Comments on World of Stories: Watching people on devicesWorldofStorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03010484326191796221noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376201.post-21762368043853871342016-03-08T03:31:19.099-08:002016-03-08T03:31:19.099-08:00Thank you, Simon. I think of all the things that I...Thank you, Simon. I think of all the things that I can pick up in my hands that I have created. How quintessentially different it is to gain a "product" rather than lose time. Sadly, as I got older and entered the tribe of Adults, what I made was no longer good enough, no longer perfect enough. Luckily, once I became a crusty old elder, it came home to me that it was creating for the Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03546322545366794526noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29376201.post-10167320558421929602016-03-08T02:34:31.098-08:002016-03-08T02:34:31.098-08:00Sweet post Simon. Great memories. Thank you. I ...Sweet post Simon. Great memories. Thank you. I remember lots of curb ball where we threw the tennis ball against the curb and because it was curved, never knew if it would be a pop up, a grounder or an airball going into the bushes across the street. We also had twig boat races after the rainstorms, following new streams that would flow in the streets to the drains. David AMaggid Davidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12852826351358673103noreply@blogger.com