I (DeAnna) feel blessed that the neighborhood children call us by name and are comfortable with us. I’m amazed at the ingenuity of the children. We see them make all kinds of toys to play with. A stick, nail and plastic lid quickly becomes a car. Two sardine cans, bamboo and nails become a car you can steer. A bra in the road soon becomes hours of teasing among the boys. Little black plastic sacks that are at pretty much every stand become kites. Our moldy VHS tapes became many different imaginative things. The list goes on and on.
The other day I saw two little boys with a piece of pressed board that had a checked pattern painted on it. They had this board resting on their legs as they faced one another. The checkers were bottle caps they found on the ground throughout the neighborhood.