This picture reminds me of the time i was in Blackwell Missouri with my grandpa. we went to the train tracks and started walking towards the old cemetery where my grandpa said my cousin was buried. This place was so old that the head boards were wood instead of stone. We also went to a spring that my grandpa said he used to drink from. we drank from it then we went to start walking and i saw these little balls on the ground and he said that they were iron ore that had fallen off trains that travel on the tracks. I loaded my pockets down with the iron ore. They were so heavy the my pants almost fell down.
