Well, I have a treat for you!
In September of 2014, I wrote a little post about an old rock collection I used to have when I was a kid. My nana found the floral container I used to keep them in at her house. She couldn’t get the top off so I had to take it home for my dad to open and inside were these different rocks and one random sea shell that I must’ve stolen off the floor or something. I honestly have no clue why I would stick a shell in my jar but it’s in there!
I had a lot of fun going through my fairly large collection. I found out that I had a lot of smaller rocks than any of the bigger ones. I probably had better luck finding the smaller ones and that’s why I have so many of them! Well, after I did the pictures and wrote up the blog post about my little childhood oddity and I thought I was done talking about it. On December 4th, my mom came into my room and said my papaw was cleaning and he found a small box of his rock collection of when he was a kid! He gave them to me as an early Christmas present! I have a whole Velveeta box of rocks and it’s heavy as crap!! It’s a two foot job to lift up.
That night I decided to go through the box and see what all he had in his collection. I think, even at my age that rocks are pretty interesting. The ground that our houses, roads and feet rest on have always been here since the Earth was created. I think rocks are small gifts from Mother Earth herself. It doesn’t matter how much we continue to kill her with our destruction, she always gives us little natural gifts to help keep our sanity. My papaw said most of the rocks he collected are from the Rocky Mountains and some place else that I can’t remember, but it does explain some of their shapes and sizes. Quite a few don’t look like he dug them out of the backyard, which I don’t think is a bad thing either!
I had to look through this website afterwards because I was really curious to know what kind of rocks they are! There were some differences in textures between both collections. Majority of them felt rough. Those need extra care because you never know if you will cut yourself on them sometimes. It can happen! He had a lot of bigger ones, like maybe four or five large ones and then one giant rock that to me looks likes a red turd that somehow turned into a rock. Is that too much information? There’s definitely a few shiny, crystal-like, granite ones in the box. Those are always my favorites, even if I don’t know what to call them! Out of all these special rocks, there were a few gravel rocks that were stuffed into the sides of the box. Just because “normal” looking doesn’t mean that they’re lame!
So what do you think? Did you ever collect rocks or something you thought was “cool” as a kid?