Recently we had our Annual Family Reunion Camping Weekend. It’s always a fun time filled with lots of family, great food, and fellowship.
Late one afternoon a bunch of us headed down by the lake. The water level was considerably lower than in previous years and the thought was that we might find some cool rocks on the shoreline.
buy modafinil asiaMy brother picked up a rock and skipped it across the top of the water. One rock and one throw was all that was needed to take me back to when we were kids standing on the water’s edge of the quarry near our hometown.
When we were kids my Dad took my brother and I to that quarry from time to time. It wasn’t a huge place. You could hike the trail around the entire water area in a half hour or so. On one particular outing we stopped at a clearing and our Dad taught us how to skip rocks across the top of the water.
He showed us the best type of rock to look for and the way to throw it. It was fun and a challenge to see how many “skips” we could get. That fun came to an abrupt end when all of a sudden I felt a thud on my head; right side near my ear.
In his efforts to throw a rock my brother had accidentally hit me. That was the end of the rock throwing on that day. I was OK but had a knot on my head.
Seeing my brother skip a rock in present day brought that memory back. I asked him, “Do you remember the time you hit me in the head when we were throwing rocks?”
“Like it was yesterday,” he replied. We both laughed. His response made believe that it really was an accident. Back then I wasn’t so sure. 🙂