Simons thread on Noah and the rainbow made me remember this experience.I must have been 7 or 8 at the time.We lived on an island in the pacific ocean,and storms would come and go.Our home was right on the beach so we could see what ever happened there.Anyway a storm had just past and the clouds had just started to break,and the sun came peaking through.This magnificent rainbow appeared.One end of the rainbow went miles and miles away from shore into the ocean horizon.The other end landed squarly in the yard on our beach.I couldn`t contain myself ,I had to find out what was at the end of the rainbow.So I ran outside and grabbed the clam digging shovel.With my shovel in hand,I ran to the end of the rainbow and started to dig.I dug as hard as I could and then I hit something.So I dug harder to get it out.Finaly I had it,it was a rusted out bucket full of sand.HA-HA-HA!So how many people you know,got to actually dig at the end of the rainbow!...OUTLAW