I wonder if children still play with gravel.
The road I grew up on started off in the dirt variety, put off to the side and surrounded by fields in Rib Mountain, Wisconsin. It was paved early on in my life - I know this from photos, not memory - but gravel on each side of the road remained. Research tells me that there are at least ten types of gravel, and I believe this kind is referred to as 'crushed' or 'shoulder' stone. From Wikipedia:
"Crushed stone: rock crushed and graded by screens and then mixed to a blend of stones and fines. It is widely used as a surfacing for roads and driveways, sometimes with tar applied over it. Crushed stone may be made from granite, limestone, dolomite, and other stones."I used to sit at the side of the road and draw lines and shapes in it for what seemed like hours. This is how I met a neighbor girl from across the street - Amanda. She had stopped at the edge of her property to see what I was doing, and I looked up, and her face was blocked out by the setting sun, and we said, 'hi.' My brother and I were frequent visitors at her house, for a time, because her family had cable and we all watched Kids, Inc. It featured the likes of Jennifer Love-Hewitt, Eric Balfour, and Fergie, and is not at all what I remember.
I don't recall the family's last name.
I was also enamored, I remember, with water slowly trickling through dirt and grass. Likely from a hose. I'd view the water's slow progression as if I were watching a vast landscape from an extreme bird's-eye view - the grass was an entire forest, and the water was a flood.
I was reminded of this years later while watching Werner Herzog's Lessons of Darkness where shots of mountains were actually close-ups of tire tracks.
I don't look at nature like this anymore.