Motocross Dirt Bike Fun And Madness!
I have three boys. There are no sparkles in this house. There are, however, plenty of gaming console controllers on the coffee table, black grease marks on the walls and deadly, slippery sand on the tiled floors. My furniture is scratched and well worn from the climbing, driving and defending of turf as the hero verses the villain. Foot stabbing Lego, fast red cars, savage, prehistoric looking dinosaurs and a large selection of smirking action figures lay strewn across the floor. This house is full of noise, full of laughter, full of imagination, yelling, boisterous, sometimes obnoxious noise which bounces off the tiles and around the walls in the room. This is my home and theirs, and when my boys begin to go out and lead their own lives and then eventually leave the nest, the stillness and the quiet will be so very loud. It will be the sound of sadness, but also the sound of joy as they live their lives their own way. One of the loudest hobbies belongs to that of my oldest son who i