The day my sand pile arrived is etched in my memory, a pivotal moment in my young life that would shape countless hours of play and discovery. It all began with the rumble of my dad's pickup truck, its tires crunching on gravel as it veered off our driveway. With practiced ease, Dad navigated down the gentle slope of our yard, coming to a stop beneath the sprawling branches of an old, dead elm tree that stood sentinel at the edge of our property.
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