Stop imagining!

Several summers ago I joined some friends in beautiful Yosemite National Park.

As we were joking around the campfire one evening, I shared a riddle that I had heard from one of my sons. “Imagine you are in a block of concrete all the way up to your chin. How do you get out?” This group of young and more mature friends thought and thought, and some came up with some pretty inventive ideas. But none were correct. 

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