As a kid, I had a favorite big book about rocks, minerals and gems. I enjoyed continually reading that book, as our townhouse had no yard…
Aw no! You never experienced the joys of getting dirty just to find some boring ordinary thing!
I should’ve, and we’ve had a rock garden in our backyard!
I blamed my less than stellar rock collection on the lack of a rock polishing kit. I remember begging for a straight week for one, but I soon forgot about it.
Wait, you can polish rocks? Man, I just barely cleaned mine!
You remember the house we lived at on Conestoga Avenue, right? Their was a recon shop near there that the rocks around it were completely laiden with pyrite. It was a like hitting the mother lode.
Ha! Too bad it was never worth anything, you’d be rich!
Whenever my mom and I would go on vacation I’d gather tons of interesting rocks and when my pockets were full I’d sneak them into my mom’s bag. Once we left a small pile on the balcony of the 3rd floor of the hotel.
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