I loved rocks as a kid. I remember in 5th grade at Crestview Elementary in Clive we had to choose a science protect and I was stuck with a partner who quite frankly scared me. We were almost neighbors but I would try to cross the street if I was ever walking home and nearing his path. I think the kid even smoked at the age of 9, ok that may be embellishing a bit but surely by the time we were paired together he was puffing away. All that said, rocks seemed to soften his sole. We actually had a blast scouring the neighborhood looking for specimens and the state rock the Geode was the biggest goal we had. We never found one and I had to admire the polished geodes at my Aunt Marvel's house and to this day I am reminded of their beauty every time I come across a stone bursting with color. I wonder if my rock friend is such a softy when it comes to pretty rocks these days as well??