There must be a rock-throwing gene on the "Y" chromosome. Every boy I have ever known could entertain himself for hours with rocks and some body of water into which to throw them. Our two mile hike on Saturday turned into a 3 hour excursion due to all the pools of water along the trail. Brayden threw and threw and threw-- left-handed, right-handed, both-handed --big rocks, small rocks-- it didn't matter. So much for all those expensive toys, remember the best things in life are free!
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