Skipping Stones, what a joyous memory—going down to the pond at my grandparents’ home, full of the anticipation of youth—competing with my brother, who taught me the sport. My pockets full of skipping stones.
I worked hard, honing my skipping skills. Finally, I could skip four times before the stone lost momentum and sank to the bottom.
How long has it been since you skipped stones? How many ships could you make before your rock sank? Be sure to let me know in the Comments Section below!
Blessings all!