When I was younger, I hated dirt because it meant a scolding or punishment.
Now that I have children of my own, there is a twist to the emotions that dirt envokes.
At one moment, I am mad at my little ones for making washing time a nightmare, but then, I think to myself, they need to play. Let them enjoy themselves.
As the days go by, they change for the better but at least, I have not denied them their right to play themselves tired.
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