Today was one of those days that I wasn't sure what I was going to do. Not living near my childhood home or having in my possession anything that would constitute a "childhood memory" (I only have a handful of childhood books, and all of them are Harry Potter-related). So I had to really think outside of the box.
And then I had it: rocks.
Lens: Lumix G 20mm f/1.7 lens
ISO 2000, f/2.2, 1/160
When I was a kid, I collected rocks. I had a shoebox full of rocks that I found at Johnson's Shut-Ins , rocks from hikes I took, and some rocks that were actually the asphalt used to make hard tennis courts. They each had a specific memory attached to them and on lazy Sunday afternoons, I would dump them all on my bed and sort through them by color, texture, and size (much like I've done here).
Well, that habit has not died, obviously. All of these rocks (except for the ones with holes in them) came from Lake Powell. The holed rocks came from good ol' Johnson's Shut-Ins. I have a hard time letting rocks go when I find one that I'm particularly fond of. So as I accumulate these little (and sometimes big, like that large round one) rocks, they pile up on my window sill and I smile at them every time I open the window.
One rock that isn't pictured is the rock I picked up from the Great Wall of China. That one is sitting on Ryan's dresser. I forgot it was there until just now. But lemme tell you that I DEFINITELY won't be getting rid of that one! It's from CHINA!
I don't know why I collect rocks of all things. But it's something I did as a kid and haven't stopped doing since.
P.S. Still no word on the ultrasounds. The ultrasound technician said the results would be in by yesterday afternoon, so I don't know what the hold-up is. Oh well, guess I'll find out when I do.