As a kid I always thought climbing on these balls of hay would be immense fun. Who wouldn't want to scale that thing, then jump from ball to ball (if they're close)? Or burrow in it and hide? So today while I was out riding the Paul Henry Trail near my old apartment I snapped a few photos of them.

As I started to think more on my childhood fantasy I realized that climbing on one of those would be itchy, uncomfortable, and well, not as glamorous as I had once thought.

Ah the joys of adulthood and the quashing of childhood fantasies.


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