When I was a kid, my brother, sister and I would often take his cases of Hot Wheels and Matchbox cars out back and build up fantastical cities in the flower beds. We'd make ramps out of mounds of dirt; line streets with twigs; use pine bark to note buildings and garages. My mom never complained about our digging in the dirt around the azalea bushes, and we would spend hours navigating tiny city streets in the back yard.
I had a flashback to that a couple of times this past week when I went out to our driveway to find chalk art covering our driveway. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was the same game, just a different medium. We had a Hot Wheel city out front.