I was attached to a rock that had unusual qualities and my father gather it to me in the 1960s. He was a mechanical engineer who worked on reverse engineering of unidentified flying objects.

The stone disappeared, but I think my mother had something to do with the vanishing of the rock.

It was unusual with strange unraveling properties and would return into its exact rock shape when crunched with hands. It unraveled as a long silvery thread and when in the palm of my young hand locked like a rock of iron ore.

How I wish I had that rock still.