107/366 – Collection

When my oldest brother (who is now 29) was little he would collect agates (and many other rocks for that matter). Most are in jars in my parents’ garage or have been put back in the ground, but my mom kept a handful in his old room.

Oh, and my brother is now a geologist, so all of his rock collecting days make sense.
And, for some reason my 366 has been about memories for the past few days or so, this one especially.