What started all this?

This is my version of how I got interested in art, namely marble sculpting. I know this story like the back of my hand, but putting it into words is difficult for even me. Some of it makes perfect sense. I can tell you what I found in the woods in Owings Mills in 1998. I can even show you a map of where there are still big blocks of marble tossed down the hillside. The why I reacted the way that I did is what I am still trying to figure out.
So I found my self on a nature hike right? Can you imagine this place? You've seen something like this before I'll bet. there's an abandoned shack you can just barely see from the country road. Down the hill you can spot an old school bus with trees growing out of the windows and through the rusted out roof. And is that an old V.W. or a French Citroen? There's junk in the woods. Are you curious like I was? Do you want to see if there's anything interesting in that pile of lumber? Is that cement, or marble?