RPrince+1

__The River __ In the early morning dew I trotted down the street to see how many of my friends were home on the early Wednesday morning. I started at the top of the cul-de-sac; running up the moist hills with the smell of wet leafs in my nose, banging on doors one by one to see how many of my friends were home that morning. I had already made plans the day before and now I was off to gather up my small army to set off on a trek. This would be the beginning to a day full of adventure. After I had rounded up my gang of kids all younger than me, we set off on our journey. We trotted down the rolling green hills as the sun hugged us around our backs as it rose above the tilted horizon. We galloped and skipped down the imaginary trails without a care in the world. We would laugh and joke just as all young children do, knowing for a fact that the world revolved around us. Joy was indescribable as we first set foot into the crackling foliage of the never ending forest. To us it was as big as the Amazon rain forest. While we could explore for days, I already knew where I was leading my little army of minors. At first glance the river looked like it could eat a small kid like me alive. It was an endless void of sparkling blue water. A feeling of adventure pulsed through all of our young veins that no words could describe. It was a feeling of freedom, of adrenalin, and of a pure simplistic love of nature. All this in a split second and then we were off on every young child’s dream. If time was moving we could not tell as we weaved around the many obstacles the winding river threw at us. As is everything in life, nothing is perfect. A crack as loud as a gunshot blew through the air followed by a splash big enough to split the seas. Our first casualty was taken as the dripping child struggled out of what to us was the wildest river in the world. The pour soul struggled to pull his body out of the raging river. When he finally stood up there was a wordless look exchanged between us that no words could describe. The types of look that can make the toughest man in the world sit down and cry their eyes out. He ran off to the dry safety of his house sopping wet, his adventurous day being brought to an abrupt and early end. We took a few moments to take in what had happened and then stepped over the cracked tree bridge to continue our adventure. As the day drew on it seemed like nothing could ruin our child paradise. We ran and laughed and did everything else young children do. However, it seemed like my friends were dropping off like flies. Excuses of dinner or doctor’s appointments may be there words but deep down they knew they had grown tired of our little paradise. With a slight feeling of betrayal I carried on, a lone wolf, trotting through the yet to be discovered land. I felt the late afternoon breeze running through my hair and filling my small lungs. As the big sun began to lower itself behind the blazing horizon I knew my time was short. I stood on a smooth rock in my bare feet waiting for the sun to go down and put my exploration on hold. When the end of my trek came nothing could bring joy back into my soul. Not the joy that I had felt as I felt the mushy dirt under my feet. Not the joy I felt as I made a courageous leap over the river. All things come to an end though and my day was now ending faster than I wanted it to. I ran and ran, feeling the rough gravel scratch and cut the bottom of my feet, and surprisingly, I didn’t mind. I saw a faint outline of my house looming in the background. I rushed inside my modernized house and Got to sleep as soon as soon as possible because I knew I could have another great adventure tomorrow.