POTD!!!
When I was smaller than I am now I remember playing with a box of rocks my family had. The memories are very fuzzy at the edges and I could only remember one specific rock. It was small, pinkish and glued to the head of a nail. I started talking with my dad about that rock and he sent me on a search mission to find the box of rocks that might contain the nail rock. I found a large wooden box and several bags of rocks, stones, geodes, etc. My dad and I started cleaning some of the rocks and holding them up to the light to appreciate their true beauty. At first glance the stones were kind of boring, a bit dull, and lifeless but once held up to the light they revealed a rainbow of colors, patterns, shapes, and textures. Eventually I found the small pink rock I was looking for (though I have yet to photograph it) and it was just as I remembered.