Thursday, October 22, 2015
Once upon a time there was a rock....
This boulder on the side of a small neighborhood road generally goes unnoticed by the few who pass by. I don't know if others ever remark on the size of it or give it much thought. For me, it's a different story.
This rock was a part of my childhood, a treasured memory, a favorite place. A few years ago when I drove by, I saw a couple of kids playing up there. I felt pleased that others had discovered our secret place and were enjoying it. Now there aren't any kids in the neighborhood. The worn down path is not visible and downed trees block the top. Kids now like to play with electronics or are too busy with school sports or activities. I wonder if anyone will enjoy this spot again. For me, I just smile and remember that simply a rock can bring me joy.