When I was in kindergarten, like most boys my age, playing "Combat" or small soldier figurines was the rage. You can spend hours after hours with a couple of soldiers imagining that they are in the middle of some war and have the soldiers shoot or get shot, die and live again. There were times when I would play "Combat" (I think this term refers to a particular tv series) in the house garage. I know garages are for cars but for a little boy, it is a big playground. I remembered that next to the garage was a spot of garden and sometimes, my little soldiers would climb tiny hills which I mold at the garden. It's funny how your imagination can run wild at times when you are a kid.

Such bliss of spending hours in the afternoon with no worries at all.