We would spent hours looking for pretty rocks. Little ones. Then we would find a big rock and crush the little rocks to make rock powder. I'm not sure what were would have done with the powder but I think we were going to fill jars with it and make pretty designs. We never got enough powder because some adult would hear us and come tell us to stop. They were afraid that we would get pieces of flying rock in our eyes or crush our fingers (silly parents!) We would stop but inevitably we would try again. And again. We never got in trouble for it, we were just told to stop.
I know this is a random childhood story but I was reminded of it today while I was babysitting E. It was a gorgeous day and we spent some time in the backyard. She's about 14 months and she's fascinated by the grass and leaves and dandelions and rocks. She kept picking them up and trying to eat them. Not surprising but it triggered the memory.
It was a memory that made me smile. I had a wonderful childhood, one that I'm thankful for.
Do you have a childhood memory that makes you smile?