I might just start by announcing that this is the coolest place I've ever lived in.
It's like... Williamsburg-y!
Not to mention we already have friends living here, which is a definite plus.
So, my friend Calvin got a school project that involves collecting, like, forty different kinds of leaves from various trees. I happen to love to go places, so when my mom offered to go with them, she invited me too, and we jumped in the car and drove to this AWESOME camping park. We wandered around, looking for trees, and we came across this river with a very large rock cliff on the far side. Being unable to not climb the side of that glorious cliff (there were trees at the top) we ran across the river, teetering uncertainly on unstable rocks. Then, we climbed up the cliff, which wouldn't have been too hard except for the fact that we were laden down with various branches and tree books and a pair of scissors, and also Mommy's car keys.
We finally made it to the top and the first thing I saw was a nice little trail winding down the side of the cliff. It even had cute little "trail" signs. Good grief.
And of course, we found the elusive "Pin Oak" tree, which was the whole reason we climbed up there anyways. The only problem? It was hanging off the side of the cliff. So naturally, Calvin climbed up it, with me squeaking, "Um, Calvin? You know that's super dangerous, right?" and stuff like that. And he continued climbing up that tree and yelled back, "Will you speak at my funeral?"
And I was like, "Uh, sure?"
And then he yelled "Tell everyone I died in the name of science!"
And then the branch he was hanging on to snapped.
BUT HE DIDN'T DIE, which is the important thing. And we got the leaves, which is also very very good. So all's well that ends well, I guess.