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The kids will wander around the front yard for hours, piling up rocks, picking daisy's, jumping from one lava rock island to another. Watching them play in a yard that is far beneath my dream always reminds me that the things I put on my list of necessary items to make my kids happy are actually perfect just the way they are. My kids are already happy and a small plot of grass and a tire swing would only enhance their already constant smiles. They don't need, so why should I?