When my son Bradley was four years old he collected rocks with a passion. It didn't seem to matter what type of rock it was - he wanted to bring it home. I was giving him a ride on my bicycle with his pockets full of stones when we turned onto a gravel road (Freshly laid 1" limestone.) He let out a shriek and I stopped and let him off the bike. He proceeded to tuck his pant cuffs into his socks and load his pant legs up with gravel. It took all my strength to lift him back onto the bicycle and peddle back to our campsite.

^Bradley Simmons^