when i was 7 we lived in decatur and i had a rock collection i loved so much i wanted to sleep with it but mom wouldn't let me so i kept it on the floor by my bed. one night they were having a party down below and i fell out of bed and my forehead landed on this fossil. they were pretty drunk i think but they heard a loud thunk and rushed me bleeding to the hospital. my head was wrapped in gauze like a mummy. kids called me the mummy and i obliged them by walking around with my hands held out but i was not into it. it scared me but i still love the fossils, even after some girls threw my collection into the air on the playground i was humiliated but i still loved the rocks and the rocks are still here with me.