There are many like it, but this one is mine.
When I was a little girl-- a tiny kid, shortest in my class until 4th grade-- I found this huge rock on the beach.
I loved it.
The adults I was with laughed, told me that if I wanted it, I could carry it the mile+ to the car. As though I could not.
I still love my rock.
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