My 6-year-old kindergartener grandson, Aidan, is a genuine rockhound.
When he was four and we visited a nearby “pan your own gold” mine, he chose a bag of pebbles as a souvenir. And he keeps them in a hidden place in his dresser.
Then he discovered that off our back patio one side of the yard is paved with gravel. It became a daily ritual that he would slowly and carefully scan the gravel, select a few choice specimens and then lovingly wipe them off and add them to his collection.
He learned that he could break the pebbles by dropping a larger rock on them when they were set up on cement. Enter the rock crusher.
Rock dust built up on our patio steps.
Now five, Aidan figured out that by crushing pebbles he could rapidly multiply his rock stash. He occasionally took a favorite example into Pre-K for show and tell.
The side yard gravel gave way to mining a dirt pile in our backyard.
This enterprise developed when his cousins were visiting as well. There is a 20-foot long ridge that borders the back of a grass section of our yard. It’s about a foot-and-a-half high and is covered with pinestraw groundcover. And prime for four boys under six with spoons, sticks and to front-loaders.
The three budding archeologists scrapped off a section of pinestraw and began excavating.
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