he gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor.
Albert Camus
(Thankfully children do not see it as labor.)
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Yessss.... love that picture. When I was six, my family moved onto a pile of dirt in the first house of a new development. Over the years, as new houses cropped up around our neighborhood, the workers made bigger and bigger dirt piles. Fortunately more families moved in and with time,those dirt mounds served as our forts, slides, bathrooms, club headquarters, and yes, climbing walls.
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