On the playground, there is always a child who loves to do that thing she can't. But it doesn't matter--she does it anway. Whether skipping or monkey bars or playing tag knowing she will always be "it"--she does it anyway. She is...enamoured by the sensation of being in that moment. She loves it. Unconciously craves its existence--its rightness.
In the sandbox
Once...maybe twice...
Maybe every now and again
She still tries to dig to China