Narrative of object

Topic: rock

For the past 8 years I have sat in the same place and watched as many different types of people walk by. Ive seen men, women and children of all different shapes and sizes pass me by without a glance, for the most part its ok, people have come down where I am and they all ways pick us up and skip us on the water, every day ive been waiting for a chance for that to happen to me but now one has ever picked me. The majority of the ones picked are very flat and since im not flat there is not chance for me getting picked and I’m sick of. But today was different, I was sitting there minding my own business and out of no where a child pick me up and threw me into the water.