I Want to Ride the Bulldozer

I’m sitting in my bulldozer moving some dirt around, just thinking to myself, “Man do I have a lot of dirt to move, better get to work.” Vroom. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. Chuga Chuga Chuga. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. Then I hear a voice “Richard! Time to go!” I yell back “BUUUTTTT MOM! I’m WORKING!” Mom says “You can come tomorrow and move more dirt.” I sigh “Ok”. I get out of my bulldozer and head home with my mother.

Imagination like that can be nurture at the playground. Perhaps your children will grow up to be a construction worker, or a fire fighter, or a race car driver, or even a pilot.