Bad (In a good way)

Random memory from the past: It was just like every other summer afternoon. Jerry and I would play in our grandmother's backyard and try to find things to do. One thing we both loved to do was sit down in the dirt and dig. Digging was something I actually really enjoyed. There's such a destructive element to it. You know that someone somewhere had to plant grass there or that it took someone some time to make all of that dirt look perfect. There was a part of it that made you feel bad (in a good way).
There is also a great deal of mystery and wonder when you're digging. You're always curous about what could be buried. How deep into the ground it is. CAN I REALLY DIG TO CHINA??? Yeah... I actually believed I could..