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When I was little I loved painting on the cement with water. The water would make a dark line on the hot dry cement.
I also used to sit in the driveway looking at the gravel looking for tiny fossils.
We also used old dish soap bottles for squirt guns. You can get a lot more water in those!
We had a garden. I would look for certain stones that I knew would have a soft center that I could use like chalk. I would crack them open like a nut. I drew on the sidewalk with those too.
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