We are rock people. When my family travels or goes camping, we come home with rocks. We send each other photos of the rocks we have collected, and give garden stones for holiday and birthday presents. I have shipped rocks home from trips to Europe, Africa, Asia, and the Middle East. (When a Customs agent asked “What do you have in there – rocks?” I replied “Of course!”) After a trip to Brasil and a week camping in the Sierras, I gave my mother a necklace with a natural Brasilian agate pendant, plus a river rock from the Sierras. These were much appreciated!
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We do the same. So did my family growing up. One famous family story goes that my mother had to tell us that there is a law that one person (including kids) cannot take more than three rocks out of Michigan because we had to fly home and she feared the weight of the luggage. But if there hadn’t been a flight, she would have been choosing them, too.