Collecting Rocks

The other day I remembered a part of me: the rock collector. This is something that I used to do before the worst of the trauma happened. The collection was extensive, and impressive for what a young child could put together. I had no memory of this until a few days ago. A brief flash: carrying the rock collection out to the back yard and dumping it. Looking back, it seems like it was a physical act of splitting. In trying to rediscover myself, or the parts of me that existed before everything was taken away, I have found the rock collector. I think I would like to resurrect that part of myself...