The creek in the wood
behind my childhood home
was rich with the entertainment
of questioning.
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That brings back childhood memories for me, Tom. I spent my days walking through fields, woods and creeks looking for rocks and fossils and daydreaming the whole time
The marvell of evolution! Imagine, Barry, the archaeologes in my country who over and under every inch find the traces of the humankind in abudant pieces mostly of shards even not of ruined stone architectural parts and artifacts dated back to thousand years.
Indeed. I once dug up a Civil War bullet in our front yard while planting a shrub. Also found many arrowheads, I was fond of petrified wood from our creek. My great uncle had an intact petrified vertebrae from a dinosaur.