There comes a time in everybody’s life they will probably regret. I was no different. When I was younger and determined to be part of the cool gang and did whatever they told me to do.
One night, we were sitting and smoking weed along with the obvious alcohol. “Derek,” the leader addressed me. “Did it ever occur to you these rocks look like people?”
“I think they could do with a makeover, give them a hairdo.”
So I did exactly that and blow me if it doesn’t still exist. People round here believe that some ancient civilisation created them, and I don’t dare admit that it was some teenage me trying to be cool.
I wrote this in response to this week’s Sunday photo fiction