As a child, I made my brother believe that if we could dig a hole that was deep enough, we could tunnel our way through the core of the earth all the way to China. (I also made him believe that if he could swing high enough on our backyard swing set he could fly to heaven and that my bedroom closet was an elevator, but that is beside the point). We spent many hours happily and fruitlessly digging in the backyard (okay, he spent many hours digging while I "supervised"), making sure to cover up our handiwork any time one of the parental units came to check on us. Come to think of it, I am quite impressed that neither of us ever fell in the gigantic hole cleverly disguised as a leaf pile
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