The Treasure of Forgotten Fun

The riddle, a tangled knot of words spun from Grandpa Ben’s own childhood imagination, lay between us, a challenge whispered from the past. Delilah, ever the sharpest mind, traced the looping script with a determined finger. "It says, 'Where the sun first kisses the sleeping stone, and the laughter echoes, never alone.'"

Dakota, his red hair practically vibrating with anticipation, bounced on the balls of his feet. "Sleeping stone! Is it a giant rock? Can we climb it?"

Darnell Jr., clutching a slightly lopsided teddy bear, peered at the map, his brow furrowed in concentration. "And 'never alone'… does that mean lots of people are there? Like a party?"