Hey, it may seem like no more than a giant pile of trash with grass on it, but it's our local mountain and so we go there to do things like fly kites and run down hills.
In the car, I tried to explain to James why it's called Mt. Trashmore. "People from all over brought their garbage here until it was a pile bigger than a hundred houses. And then they put dirt on top an planted grass seed and now it looks like a mountain."
I wasn't sure if he was getting it, but later when we were climbing it he said, "Where's the garbage? Is it inside?"
"Yes, James. It's inside." Cool.
