My brother Sterling taught me how to skip rocks across the water. I think it's pretty easy to skip rocks across a lake's surface, but we lived near the ocean, and there's a particular challenge to skipping rocks across the ocean's surface. It moves more. I got good at it.
Wayne was a good rock skipper--we grew up in the same town, you know--and I was very glad of it. I don't know who taught him, but he sure looked good doing it. That's not the reason I married him, but it's in there.
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