tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648345.post4781142153906020213..comments2024-03-20T19:15:29.520+09:00Comments on the qualia journal: How to create a stoneKen Mogihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15611963596749734670noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648345.post-53951500851555548832009-06-26T07:40:00.815+09:002009-06-26T07:40:00.815+09:00Dear, Petrusa.
Thank you for your comment. It is ...Dear, Petrusa.<br /><br />Thank you for your comment. It is fascinating to know that we grow up with similar fantasies and make-believes no matter where on this planet.<br /><br />I can almost see myself trying to build an "elaborate miniature irrigation systems" in the backyard. What an inspiration!Ken Mogihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15611963596749734670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648345.post-57853081598497209412009-06-25T15:40:13.683+09:002009-06-25T15:40:13.683+09:00Thank you for sharing this. Having grown up on th...Thank you for sharing this. Having grown up on the other side of the World, we also loved to play with mud. On our farm, there was a small river and there was always mud and water. Kids mix very well with those. :) My brother and I used to build elaborate miniature irrigation systems of furrows and small ponds to irrigate our make-believe crops. We did not really grow anything. The fun was more in the building than in playing with the completed project. We were also convinced, at the time, that rocks are simply made from clay and sand. We didn’t know about the pressure and heat needed so we simply believed it needed a lot of time to harden. Even though I sometimes go back to the places where we played, it is different now. I’m bigger and somehow the river doesn’t seem so far from the house any more.<br />Thanx for a great blog.Petrusa de Kokernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648345.post-54614191543562243062009-06-24T15:04:06.491+09:002009-06-24T15:04:06.491+09:00It is nice to hear yours and other people's co...It is nice to hear yours and other people's comments about their experiences growing up. So much of our actions, perceptions, and habits are intimately connected to our childhood memories. I don't have many outdoor childhood experiences because according to my parent's philosophy it was dangerous to play outdoors. Perhaps I can vicariously relive parts of my childhood through your posts.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8648345.post-17463931906254514512009-06-24T13:16:28.024+09:002009-06-24T13:16:28.024+09:00When I saw the title, I thought you were going to ...When I saw the title, I thought you were going to write about ‘philosopher’s stone’. It didn’t go that way but in a way I felt it did..<br /> When I was a child, so many things were magical. I had a similar experience as yours. In my neighborhood we kids created a daily competition to make something hard out of mud. I still remember Shingo-kun’s mud ball did not break when he dropped it from 1 meter high, even from my height 125-centimeter. It was absolutely magical. Shingo-kun became the coolest in the block. <br />Time went by. We are not kids any more. I wonder where’s our mud ball now? Where did our ‘philosopher’s stone’ go? <br />It’s sad to think we never find it again but I believe in it’s around. We just need to go for it!<br /><br />Thanks for wonderful blog as usual!kunikotheater2https://www.blogger.com/profile/16823505389258983346noreply@blogger.com