When my daughter was young we would walk in the woods on journeys major & minor (mostly minor). She would always find a leaf or stone which would stop the Bataan Death March and allow her the joy to explore the wonder of the infinite of the wild world.
One time while circling a small reservoir we came upon a a 4 or 5" mound on the edge of the shore which she immediately recognized as an Island. Being God she proceeded to take joy in the creation of life and its development. Over the next few minutes (hours, days?) we added to the land mass until it was a full 8" across. Satisfied we moved on & never never revisited the world she had created and it was good...
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