I used to collect rocks. Seriously. Crystals.
When I was about 7 or 8 years old, my parents started taking me to this park about an hour from our home called ‘Crystal Peak’...it was off the beaten path way back in the woods off a dirt road that seemed to go on forever and ever. Thinking back on it...it was this really strange place. It was this series of mounds way back behind a town of about 50 people that was mined by the US Government as a place to find crystals that they used for long-range radio transmissions. When we went out there, we went with shovels and buckets and pickaxes and buckets of water and we’d literally just dig and collect rocks. We found all kinds of dope ass crystals and I eventually had this big ass rock collection that I kept in the living room (my room) of our trailer. I was so proud of that collection. Kind of crazy how quickly I moved on from it, though.