It reminds me of when I lived in Alaska. I was 7 years old and had a rock collection. I found some 'rocks' in the yard, brought them inside and asked my mother what kind they were. She didn't know but I left them in the entry hall by the heater so I could ask my brother about them.
When he got home, he wanted to know why there was moose poop in the hall
Hey, I was 7.



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so it makes it worthwhile
