Gosh yes! I had a couple of boulders too, though much smaller. We had a large pond. Because the road to pastures was along one side, there was a spillway to keep it from washing out the road from flooding. The runoff creek was fun to follow, and look for pretty rocks. At a bend, there were two boulders side by side near the creek. They humped up in the center, and tapered down at either end, with one end having a wide shape. I called them the dinosaurs, because it looked like two young dinos laid side by side, and never got up, turning to stone. I would have mom pack a snack, and I’d sit on the dinosaurs for hours under the shade of a huge tree, watching the creek, raccoons, squirrels, and birds. One time I laid flat on the ground, and sprinkled the sandwich crumbs on my stomach. I stayed very still, and soon sparrows were hopping around my tummy, poking their beaks at crumbs. It was tickly, but so cool to share my lunch and enjoy them so close.
The dinosaurs are a very special part of my childhood. I could go there and be alone. My brother rarely followed me there because he thought it was boring.
I too built a chair in the snow. We had a narrow lane from our house to the highway. I had to walk it every day to wait for the bus. Going home always took me longer. I would chase butterflies, catch baby crawdads in the highway ditch, pick flowers. One day I was walking the lane with a thick layer of snow over everything. It made the lane seem much longer. I sculpted and packed until I had a chair just perfect for my size. I sat a long while. Soon, cardinals, chickadees, and sparrows were scattered on the lane, searching for blown bits of plant which might be food. I sat there til near dark, like fivish. My mom didn’t even think of coming to look for me. Thinking back on such things, I wonder if she trusted I was being me, or if she was practicing tears for when I am found frozen.
Well, that aside, I survived to get old, but the fun of my childhood is permanently imprinted in my soul.
I knew I would grow up, but I had deep resolve that my life would include enough excitement that I would have endless cool stories to tell my grandchildren.