An Invisible Rock

In this memory, I’m four years old. I’m staying at my grandmother’s house for a month away from my family. Some mornings, after breakfast, I go out in the front garden to explore.

On one corner of the garden, close to a bush of flowers and hedges, is a small triangle-shaped rock sticking out from the grass. I like the way it’s tucked away and even though it’s not exactly hidden, people don’t seem to notice it as they pass by. It’s an invisible rock!

I sit on the rock and look around. In front of me, some family members pass by to get to the garage, and some visitors walk past heading to the front door. But nobody pays attention to where I’m sitting. It’s such a good feeling to watch adults busily move about while I’m chill and relaxed on the rock without being noticed.

I continue my secret watch until an inspiration about my next activity strikes me and I fly off the rock.