So I’m out hiking along this morning, and I got this pile of junk in my pocket. I’m thinking to myself why am I carrying this junk? Yesterday when I got home after being gone for half a month, Koen and Simon, both gave me a couple small rocks and a few pieces of plastic. Of course I was like OK thanks for the junk. but then you get to think about it and six year olds don’t really have much to give. Pretty incredible that they thought of me and wanted to give me something.
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure, even though it’s still trash 🥰
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