It started as mud pies. A relatively safe, tidy (as far as dirt goes) kind of playing. I imagine kids have been making mud pies as long as men have been whistling at women.
What started as simple mud pie turned into a full-body mud bath.
So many times, I’ve planned on doing ______________, but it suddenly turned into ___________________.
Like when I planned on taking photos and collecting stories of Love’s firsts, but then realized instead of hiding behind others’ stories, I should be telling my own.