If you know what a trumpet worm nest is — if you remember digging through the dirt looking for them on hot afternoons — chances are your childhood wasn’t easy. But it was real. For some of us, childhood wasn’t about shiny toys or vacations. It wasn’t about summer camps, game consoles, or swimming pools. It was about long days outside, scraped knees, dirty hands, and imaginations big enough to make up for everything we didn’t have. Finding trumpet worm nests wasn’t just play — it was discovery. It was what happened when curiosity met necessity. Those little mounds of...
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