After the rain, the soil, the trees, and the muddy corners became our entire universe.

Trumpet worm nests were our proof that magic was real—if you were willing to look closely enough. We weren’t just searching for worms; we were searching for wonder. We celebrated one another’s discoveries, learned to share joy instead of compete, and discovered how curiosity could turn an ordinary afternoon into something unforgettable.

Those quiet moments carved resilience and gratitude into who we are today. And now, when adulthood feels heavy, we remember sun-warmed skin, dirt-stained hands, and laughter loud enough to silence every worry. Those childhood treasures still carry the same message: beauty hides in the smallest places, and strength is born from the simplest joys.