When I had children and I got to be a child again with them, with adult’s eyes I understood what I just lived through before: the sand is the world and who is in the sand box will be a god and a creator. This is a beautiful picture but it goes away soon. So to keep it I called my little friends for a group picture. On a fictional playground and to its sand box organized into a wallpaper. The result is the preschoolers’ typical motions as pattern on a joint, private memory-wallpaper.