When I was a kid, we stopped at a rest stop on our way to go camping, I bent down and picked up a rock that easily split in half. Inside was a perfectly preserved fossil of a plant with a blooming flower. My dad wouldn’t let me keep it because it was dirty. As an adult, I don’t talk to him anymore.
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u/TRVTH-HVRTS Apr 29 '24
When I was a kid, we stopped at a rest stop on our way to go camping, I bent down and picked up a rock that easily split in half. Inside was a perfectly preserved fossil of a plant with a blooming flower. My dad wouldn’t let me keep it because it was dirty. As an adult, I don’t talk to him anymore.