Sunday, September 2, 2018
I was just reading a book called "Monte Walsh" by Jack Shaefer and the main character comes across a stone that someone has kicked onto a plaza and he gives it a good kick. Brought back a memory from elementary school when I started kicking a stone that I found somewhere on the way walking to school and I kicked it the rest of the way. When I got out of school the stone was still there so I kicked it all the way home. I continued this for several days, leaving it someplace inconspicuous at the school, and even named it - Kickitty Stone. One day after school it wasn't where I left it, a janitor or groundskeeper must have moved it, and I pretty much forgot about it. Funny how things sometimes trigger long forgotten memories. Now back to the book.