Gee MarkO ... funny you should mention ROCKS. My reunion and summer holiday with my childhood sweetheart ... left lots of time for reminiscing. He reminded me of something I'd forgotten ,,, picture it, us, both ages 4/5/6... when I was mad at him I'd throw rocks at him and make home CRY. My AIM was always TRUE, and he was EVIL to me sometimes! Got im back. (OUCH ... embarrassing) I could also climb trees better and higher than all the boys, run like the wind, skip rocks, spit,

I ain't yore typical Little Miss.

Marko darlin' ... don't mess with me boy, that FEISTY little brat within still lives