I cannot remember exactly when Marco's bubble addiction started but I know it lasted until the time when he was about 15 or so.  Our old neighbor once told us that she knew it was almost spring when she saw bubbles traveling over our house into their yard.  Marco would sit for hours blowing bubbles and we went through gallon after gallon of them from April until October.  They were a blessing when we had to spend long days at the ballfield for Ava's softball tournaments.  "I bubbles outside" was one of the first phrases (and probably one of the last) that Marco created on his speech generating device.  He loved those bubbles and would even use the device he didn't really care for to get them!  Sometimes I still try to engage him in bubbles just because the activity is such a great and wonderful memory of his childhood and his forever innocence, but he just has no interest anymore.  I love where we are today with Marco but do miss that daily bubble blowing exuberance that lasted for hours!