When I was a kid I used to walk around and collect cool looking rocks.
I legitimately thought when I got older, I could just walk around town and find rocks and then open up a store, put them on the shelves and sell them for a living.
Nice. My grandfather was a rock hound. He used to go out and hunt for rocks similar to those in eastern Oregon. He had quite a collection. He even had a type of jade rock he discovered named after him.
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