when the disappointment of life literally shattered at my feet. I was fascinated by such things as dinosaur fossils, Northern Lights and The Painted Desert at that age. Once, when my grandmother visited, she'd brought me a small paper weight filled with the colored sands of the Painted Desert. I loved that paper weight and proudly placed it in the inkwell of my school desk for all my classmates to admire. (Dang, makes me sound ancient but we still had wooden desks in 3rd grade.) Loved admiring the muted colored sand layers. It was a treasure. For reasons I can't recall the paperweight toppled to the floor one day and shattered. The heart break wasn't in the breakage, the heart break was discovering it had all been a lie. The glass had been painted from the interior to give the illusion of layers of colored sands. The weight contained plain old beach sand. To this day I recall the hurt. The disappointment. It was all a bold face lie. The shock never went away. Skepticism took hold.
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That's a really touching story. I understand what a destructive discovery that must have been to a 9 year old.
When I was a nipper, I had a glass light house filled with coloured sand from the Isle of Wight. Bt it was genuinely made of layers of coloured sand. Eventually I loved it so much the sand all mixed up together!
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