Our supervisor brought in these colored rocks to the office that he picked up on his trip to New Mexico. They were red, orange, green. . . They looked like my childhood. I remember my friends and I would crush those sorts of stones, sandstone mainly, with larger stones, and distribute them to people as "medicine" (not for consumption, perhaps as powder?); we would make little splints and syringes from random twigs lying around, and we would cure lots of dolls and stuffed animals that way.