13:05 minutes (3.75 MB)
Back in the early 90’s our family lived in Brooklyn Park. We had a large garden in the back corner of a half acre lot with plenty of soft topsoil. One May day I was out tilling the garden and my youngest son Andy, who was about six at the time, wanted to help so I gave him a shovel to turn over some soil. He was so enamored with digging holes that he wanted to continue even after I was done cultivating. I left him to play with his older brother Matt who also got a shovel to dig around in the garden. I was pleased that they were so diligent about breaking up the remaining clumps of dirt.
