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Discovering trumpet worm nests in the soil was never just child’s play.

It was a kind of survival wrapped in curiosity.

While many kids were absorbed by bright screens, we were outside, hands in the dirt, searching for small wonders with big imaginations.

We grew up knowing that comfort and convenience belonged to others, and things like new games or shiny toys felt distant from our world.

So we looked downward—to the earth we stood on. Those little nests became our hidden treasures, reminders that magic could be found even when money was scarce.

In that soil, we learned to share, to compete gently, and to turn moments of emptiness into moments of discovery.

Those memories etched resilience into us. We didn’t just live through difficulty—it formed our foundation. And now, whenever life feels heavy, we remember muddy fingers, shared joy, and delicate nests held like precious jewels. That early lesson—finding wonder in small places—has become our quiet strength.