as a kid, and probably even now as an adult, my imagination is brilliant. If I could put whats in my mind into writing, and knew what to do with it once i got it into writing, I am certain I could write a best seller. I have a blog that I have tons of stories that I have started, but none That I ever finish. One day I hope that I, or one of my children will learn to love the written word and finish something Ive started.

But that isn't what I have come here tonight to talk about.. I came here to talk about China.. Not China, china, but "China" .. The place we all tried to dig to as kids. The place that was just beneath the surface, the place we all dreamed of that was just below that bubbling pool of "black gold",  "Texas tea", and those dinosaur bones we learned about in school..  It all started with a couple of kids innocently playing with the garden hose, enjoying some 1980 style summer fun, when we discovered that if we held the hose to the ground that it would dig a hole.. SO we ventured even farther.. letting the hose go as it wanted deeper and deeper into the ground. after the hose had gotten to a point where we could no longer pull it back up out of the ground, we decided we better start digging, because if our parents saw that we had forever lost their garden hose deep into the earth we would be punished good. SO we dug, and tried to pull it back, and dug and tried to pull it out, and to no avail. there we were two little ten year old girls certain that the earth had taken our garden hose never to return it. No matter how much we dog the hose was not coming out of that ground. But we kept trying for fear of what our punishment might be for sending the garden hose all the way to china.. As we dug, we watched for dinosaur bones, and envisioned our faces on the cover of the news paper for striking oil. We talked about what we would do with our oil money, we talked about if we would tell the museum about our dinosaur discovery, we talked about how we didn't know a word  of Chinese if we dug that far, and those two little 10 year old girls with the run away garden hose believed beyond belief that we were digging to china, or at least to dinosaurs bones, cement ponds where we lived next door to the Clampetts,  and world fame.



We had no idea that as we dug deeper our garden hose went deeper and that we would never get it out the way we were going about it.

imagine our disillusion and disappointment when the grownup caught wind of what was going on and simply cut of the water and pulled out the garden hose. So much work gone to waste.. I swear my grand baby can dig to china all she wants. I cant wait for that summer, when I might even get out there and help her dig for china.. Oh the adventures we will have together..

Did you ever dig to china as a kid?