The Snake River Project was a development I was working on for my G.I. Joe. It was a joint construction with the neighborhood kids to provide a training ground for the aquatic special task force.
We started digging it in my backyard behind the garage. I soon discovered the neighborhood kids weren't as enthusiastic about the project as I was, but undaunted, I kept digging.
The idea was to build a river with twists and turns that emptied into a pool so I could collect my G.I. Joe before sending him back down the rapids in his black special task force raft. There was to to be a waterfall, which was to be made from rocks and a water hose, the details of which I hadn't fully worked out yet. But that was the gist of it.
When the digging was complete I approached my eldest brother. "I need to buy a bag of concrete. Will you give me a ride?"
To his credit, he didn't ask many questions and gave me the ride.
Not fully confident as to how to apply the concrete the project stalled.
Ultimately, the project was sabotaged by other developers, my brothers, who decided to build a patio in its place. Angered but outnumbered, I moved on.
