Make Hole Bigger!

I remember me and the boys making holes.

"We are going to make a hole big enough to bury one of us to the neck without it collapsing around itself!" (not a beach, so we had to contend with mostly dry sand, and without the knowledge that a bucket or two of water would help)

One day we finally did it.

Rock paper scissors, I won, this is my hole, it was made for me, whee!

I carefully enter it, but before they can put the sand in, mom arrives, pulls me out, kicks the hole shut, and has another responsible adult getting rid of the sand in the sandlot, making it just a "lot" now.

Sand holes attract me on a spiritual level.

I want to reunite with my hole.