Dams, Sand Balls and Deep Hapiness

I Love to do dams.

I love to do dams
But let me tell you something...sometimes, when I am tired or stressed, and are alone in my home...I still do dams...just like when I was 5...I begin with my foot..mixed some ground with water...just looking when the ground gets like an avalanche under the limpid water...and then, suddently I am there again, just like when I was 5, sitting just beside the water and making channels, dams, tunnels and every sort of things...

and I think I can still doing that when I was 80...don't understand how whe can let the good things of childhood goes away

there is a man in the beach where I go...he's also from the same city than I...he is around 45 years old...so, when I was 10, he had around 30...and he tought me how to do sand balls...big sand balls with dry sand and water...at that time I allways run beside them...learning how to do that wonderfull big sand balls...and some point...some day...I grew up...and he still going ALL the day...in the beach...from the water to the dry part...over and over again...making balls...every day...from every year..since I was 10 untill today...he have some mind problem...my mother told me once...and I think...if that are not the REAL hapiness...just make sand balls...over and over...

today...sometimes I sit in the beach..and i'm just dying to go again with him..but now I am an adult man and all this shitt...hehe...and I just see him walking to the water and coming back...making that balls bigger and bigger until they broke..or untill he give them to some child...just like they give the bigger to me..
 haha
thats a good history...and each word is real...
 and I was never writed anything about it before
 thanks...hehe