These are just a few of the rocks I've collected from various places I've visited. I used to know where each one came from, but not so much anymore.
The three larger rocks with holes in them were found in the sand on Lake Michigan when visiting someone in Michigan City, Indiana. Their house is right on the shore and was the biggest house I've ever been in. I don't remember how many bedrooms and bathrooms it had but it actually had a room they called the dungeon complete with wine storage. There was never anyone in the bottom third of the house, considered the basement. But that whole floor was three times the size of my house. It was really a little creepy going down there to check it out.
The big white conglomerate rock on the top I found in the sand at Mission Beach in San Diego, California. I just thought it was really interesting to look at and, as I examined it closely, turning it every which way, the kids said it looked like a petrified turd from some big fish. Oh well.
This was the last photo I took on a roll of film I wanted to get in for developing and just moved the rocks around a bit to get them all in. Little did I know that I'd made a face. What a fun surprise when I got the photos back.
Somewhere, I've also got a basket of marbles. Maybe I should put them back in my head.