Every Easter for my older granddaughter (now 18), I created a treasure hunt. And now it's the little one's turn. We actually began last year, and it was very simple: follow the yellow trail (See Trails and Treasure). But now, at four and a half, she's ready to learn about signs. So I have to show her what an arrow is, and how to understand it.
Later that day, she said, 'I want to go and play outside.' When I peeped to see if she was OK, I found she was playing with the twigs, investigating the mystery and wonder of signs. I was going to take a photo but in no time at all, it had been turned back into an arrow. Never mind, I recreated it from memory:
Here you are: a house—for the imagination to roam in, perhaps.