The Making of a Sandbox

I dedicated myself to building a wooden sandbox; the noisy kids next door had a small one and to show them mine was better, I built a bigger one. I sensed their envy whenever they came around and threw pebbles to stop me from playing; I stood there silently and threw them back. A smart thing I did, I wore a helmet... and the reddish pebbles bounced off; it seemed a bizarre battle in an open field: no losers, no winners on either side. There should have been rivalry, but there was none; we remained friends and laughed when we thought of the wooden sandbox I built to make them jealous. Written on 10/9/2016.