I'm so amazed, my dad used to go and find arrow heads. REAL EFFING ARROW HEADS. Not the fake lil effects that cost ten bucks in some tourist shop. It's wonderful to pick one up and IMAGINE what their creators looked like the age they were when making them. I love holding them, I smile to myself and think that I'm holding someone's past. Someone that the English settlers KILLED OFF. We killed them, and we shouldn't have.

And I swear on my life if you call them Indians I will blow my top. They're Native Americans.

Anyways, here is a picture of an arrow head that my dad found, compared to a dime.