Ok, so I suppose I provoked it myself then, right? I said that some youngsters do write so peevishly, they could beat any grumpy old man…and sure enough having read my own latest writings, I can see the reason I've been called a youngster 
…So to prove I’m not the one, let us be mature adults now – lets play in a …sandbox! 
Yeah, and why not? Those who still can, recall your days when you’d spend hours creating your own kingdom made of sand, remember that boy that drove his fire engine car through your castle, demolishing all your fortifications, leaving the highways of tire-traces everywhere? He made you cried, bastard! Those who never had this magical sand-building experience, my advice – you have to do it at least once in life to appreciate the idea…
Back in 2003 I wrote in my old diary:
We like to build our own world and live in sand castles, we've created. It's like obsession - the more imagination you use, the more unreal world becomes around you and lesser you wish to break it back into the real one. ..I've built my sand castles based on dreams but not - hopes. It wouldn't stand against any logical arguments, but it does fit me well. Guess, everyone has his Sand Castle in personal design. That's why, perhaps, we always - strangers to each other's inner little worlds, but - neighbours - in the world of dreams...
So…I wonder what do people think about sand castles? Can you imagine yourself a child for a moment, think of a warm summer day, green lawn, golden sand in a box? Not much for the overscaled imagination, but safe for those who’d prefer to keep their world in a small box that can be taken away for a cold winter 's season…
Or maybe you better see yourself on a seaside…waves licking the sandy beach in unhurried fashion, pleasant warmth of a sun, seagulls scream in a distance…and a beautiful castle that you’ve built for someone…a creation of your fantasy, your gift to whoever you choose…your mom, your friend, girl next door…and when you almost finished moulding sand into bricks and stones, the wind mischievously breathed upon your creation, racing his sister wave to whoever first will level you to the ground…
Or maybe you’ve been always fond of digging things up from the sand…looking for gold in a handful of free-flowing substance…or maybe in opposite – used to bury your treasures, digging in, not out…as deep as you were determined to go…and then totally forgetting to mark the site of treasury and ended up making a thousand holes in the ground you used to walk on...
I’m quite sure that there should be some psychiatric studies done on the way kids play with the sand…and I’m sure our builder’s preferences change as we grow up…and perhaps, those whose castle was destroyed by the wave once, learned to never build things too close to the edge…or the ones who lost their treasure, will never try to hide anything anymore…
To me personally the sand associated with the tactile abilities…there is no bigger pleasure as to dip your feet into the masses of hot fine sand, let the sand fill in every tiny crack between your skin and the solid ground, watch how each grain finds her place, streaming down with her sisters but stopping at a place she finds perfect, letting others carry on with the flow…fascinating, isn’t it? LOL
What’s your favourite sand game?
…So to prove I’m not the one, let us be mature adults now – lets play in a …sandbox! Yeah, and why not? Those who still can, recall your days when you’d spend hours creating your own kingdom made of sand, remember that boy that drove his fire engine car through your castle, demolishing all your fortifications, leaving the highways of tire-traces everywhere? He made you cried, bastard! Those who never had this magical sand-building experience, my advice – you have to do it at least once in life to appreciate the idea…
Back in 2003 I wrote in my old diary:
We like to build our own world and live in sand castles, we've created. It's like obsession - the more imagination you use, the more unreal world becomes around you and lesser you wish to break it back into the real one. ..I've built my sand castles based on dreams but not - hopes. It wouldn't stand against any logical arguments, but it does fit me well. Guess, everyone has his Sand Castle in personal design. That's why, perhaps, we always - strangers to each other's inner little worlds, but - neighbours - in the world of dreams...
So…I wonder what do people think about sand castles? Can you imagine yourself a child for a moment, think of a warm summer day, green lawn, golden sand in a box? Not much for the overscaled imagination, but safe for those who’d prefer to keep their world in a small box that can be taken away for a cold winter 's season…
Or maybe you better see yourself on a seaside…waves licking the sandy beach in unhurried fashion, pleasant warmth of a sun, seagulls scream in a distance…and a beautiful castle that you’ve built for someone…a creation of your fantasy, your gift to whoever you choose…your mom, your friend, girl next door…and when you almost finished moulding sand into bricks and stones, the wind mischievously breathed upon your creation, racing his sister wave to whoever first will level you to the ground…
Or maybe you’ve been always fond of digging things up from the sand…looking for gold in a handful of free-flowing substance…or maybe in opposite – used to bury your treasures, digging in, not out…as deep as you were determined to go…and then totally forgetting to mark the site of treasury and ended up making a thousand holes in the ground you used to walk on...
I’m quite sure that there should be some psychiatric studies done on the way kids play with the sand…and I’m sure our builder’s preferences change as we grow up…and perhaps, those whose castle was destroyed by the wave once, learned to never build things too close to the edge…or the ones who lost their treasure, will never try to hide anything anymore…
To me personally the sand associated with the tactile abilities…there is no bigger pleasure as to dip your feet into the masses of hot fine sand, let the sand fill in every tiny crack between your skin and the solid ground, watch how each grain finds her place, streaming down with her sisters but stopping at a place she finds perfect, letting others carry on with the flow…fascinating, isn’t it? LOL
What’s your favourite sand game?