The Voice Behind the Workbench

Here is a story that is a bit off the track, but there in mom's basement, I had a workbench or very heavy wood, and it had the vice of iron, in full size that made a nice play toy.

No child should have a thing like that as a play toy I can attest but I did. I also had a chemistry set that was loaded with all kinds of tests, as well as a very nice Tasco microscope that could magnify up to 900. So as a child I suppose age 9 or earlier I had seen the world of the unseen, so I knew that what you don't see, does not mean it is not there.
There I did the hay infusion microcosm experiments with my friends who seemed intent to put me in moms dryer and turn me for a while. Or lock me in a box. I was more like "put your head in that vice, I won't hurt you." Cruel as can be at that age.

Between romps in the basement, I was up burning ants with my magnifying glass. Not that I am proud of it today, but the truth is not always pretty. Yet better to be honest as to what led me to a life of paranormal happenings I cannot say. Only I am not alone.

Well in that basement behind that workbench, I recall I had a friend, I do not recall if I heard it talk to me, or how it communicated to me. But it seemed to come from a box of rocks i found in Colorado on a mountain I had climbed, not a big one, but none the less pretty far up.

I cannot recall what was said. I only remember that it talked to me.
Has anyone else memory of rocks talking to them?