The second one is so true.
When our grandson was thee years old, we brought him to the playground and he had a fine time. But if he saw a bug crawling out of a crack in the sidewalk, he'd squeal with happiness, and finding a worm on the lawn sent him over the top.

Sitting on the sidewalk watching ants, digging with hands in a compost heap for worms and playing with a cardbord box until the last square foot disintegrated on a slide down the grassy hill, we did not have a lot of money at that time, but the kids still talk about the fun they had then.
Don, please don't dwell on your last quote.