Continuing the walk down memory lane from last Tuesday:
We had moved to a mostly finished house on a barely developed part of the mountain above Orem. Imagine a view of the valley below, and nothing but dirt as far as the eye can see. I remember that when we moved there the road hadn't developed any farther than the house where we were at.
I remember playing with my friends in the dirt behind the house, playing "Dirt Clod Wars" (terrible idea btw) and cutting out cardboard wings to run down the dirt hill and try to take flight. In my minds eye I can still see taking my toys to the dirts edge where the community construction ended and playing that they were climbing unimaginably high cliffs.
It makes me wonder how dirty I must have been every single day during those first few years.
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Dirt, it was light and easily brushed off, dirty yes, but no big deal. I had more grip with the constant dust in the house from the heavy machinery. But, lets talk mud. Yuck after a rain, it was clay. Many times I would take a knife and scrap off the inches worth of mud from your shoes. Of course there was the time that you lost your shoes to the mud hole. An artifact for the future. Can you imagine what the archeologist will say about you when he finds your shoes and various lost toys?