“Mommy, I think we’re going to have to live here!”, my daughter cried as we realized that we had been in this spot already. We were lost! Not only were we lost but we appeared to be walking in circles. My son pointed out a rock that we had passed two previous times. I looked up at the sky. The once blue sky had grown cloudy and threatened rain. I wondered just how many hours had passed as we wandered, heads to the ground, hoping to find our way. Our map was useless. Huge parts of it were missing, providing us only pieces of where we were and needed to go. We came to a fork, the path split in three different ways. My two older kids fought over which path to take. I was pretty sure one of the trails looked familiar. We had traveled on it during some of our wanderings. My husband ended the argument by stating that we would take the third option. Skirting a mud puddle, we continued our journey. “This is crazy” I thought and yelled up to the girl sitting on the deck high above us, “Hey, can you give us a clue?” Continue reading “purposely lost”
purposely lost
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