Childlike Wildlife (Anecdote)

     Imagine yourself as a 4-year-old boy-- in a bright and sunny day inside a quiet little suburban neighborhood, you're quietly playing with some of your toys you brought out.  Wearing the denim overalls that a typical toddler would have on, you think of nothing but bliss, booty on the sidewalk, blades of grass surrounding the sides therewhich.  Life is great and worry is nonexistent.

     One hand holding a toy car, you're pushing it forward and backward, making noises that a car would make-- the best that you can at least-- "vrooms" and  "screeches" flood your mouth; overall, you're having fun playing with the one thing you so momentarily treasure.

     Playing with the toy car on the sidewalk takes a toll on the car itself as it wears away.  Soon enough, the axle unbuckles from the car frame and there's a car-- without the means to push it back and forth.  Shocked, frightened, and stricken with sadness, you do what any other toddler that age would do-- bawl.  Very loudly.  Now, if you're a more hands-on toddler, you pick up the fallen apart axle and try to fix it on the car with very little (if any) knowledge of car mechanics.  Of course, that ends up in complete failure.

     Midst the crying and the screaming, your dad comes out of the front porch, supervising your playtime all this time.  He runs toward you, sees your problem, and tells you not to worry.  With some glue, he sticks the axle back in place and soon enough, it's moving again!  Now, dad tells you to wait there for a second and runs to the shed.  He grabs a small bucket of paint and some brushes.  He gives you a brush, pops the top of the lid, dips your brush into the rich, viscous liquid, and begins guiding your hand, stroking the car gently and carefully.

     Half an hour flies by and with you now is your toy car-- except, with a paint job and its axle back in place.  You're on your way to having fun playing with it again!  Oh, what a great day it was to spend some time with your dad and learning something new!  Now, you're on the hardwood floor in the comfort of your parents' house-- knowing now that the rough pavement of the sidewalk will most likely ruin the car again.  Thanks to dad, all this could happen!

    
     Sound like anything that someone else did a long, long time ago?  Here's a reminder.