Damian Duval dreamed of wild places—jungles and mountains and islands, oh dear . . . The magic of meditation could never quite tame his mind. But he rallied bravery to replace his timidness and ventured into the woods behind his house. In real life, some people loved to do things. Damien just liked to dream.
By a river along the forest edge, he'd sit.
And each time he journeyed there, he'd bring back a souvenir—a rock. He would look at them and pretend that he collected them on far-off adventures around the world.
Later in life, he let his seven-year-old son Elliot paint them and place them in their garden. They imagined they'd find buried treasure every spring.