... if you're nine years old and waiting in a soporific line at the post office while your parents complete passport applications and swear that they're not abducting you and spiriting you off to Tasmania:
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... if you're six years old and live in a place with nary a blaze of autum glory to be found (make your own!):
... if you're three years old, and the weather prevents you from fishing with your homemade pole at the neighborhood pond, and your backyard is one giant mud puddle:
What's keeping you amused today??? Care to share?