Here's the Sand, But Where's the Sea?

It will still take me some time to get used to sand (instead of the rubber padded floor) in the playgrounds here. I remembered playgrounds in Singapore were also filled with sand when I was very little. I had never liked the sand, the way they stick to you especially when you are sweaty; the way they love coming in between your feet and your slippers; the way they get into your eyes when you rub them. No matter how much you brush them off your body, you will still be sandy until you take a good shower.

Besides, I always associate sand with sea. That's the default association anyway! When I am at the beach, playing with sand becomes a totally different story. There, I let my imagination run wild... castles, fortresses, pits, woman's breasts, tortoise, man and woman... were just shaped and moulded with my bare hands. Johann is not too used to sand in the playground too. He was careful not to let too much sand get in contact with his hands. So chinese, right?!

Despite the two of us who are not too fond of sand, we managed to produce two pears and two strawberries. Not too bad for a start. When we both eventually learn to relax in the sand, we hope to design and "build" more decent stuff. For now, just enjoy the fruits!