I observed some kids playing across the street this afternoon. They were picking up large, flat looking rocks and dropping them on the ground to see who's was loudest, launched more dust, etc. It was really amazing. How was it that when we were that age, we were able to pick up those GIANT rocks and heave them, but now, with age, we can't even pick one up without grunting. Aren't we supposed to get stronger with age? And, what was so fascinating about rocks anyway? What made them so fun? They were really fun back then. But rocks just aren't as much fun now as they were back then. Wow, such a great observation and an insight into my own childhood and life in general.
seen this way @ 5:57 PM EST by Sean
