Our ramble on Tuesday was an interesting one indeed.
We started by crouching underneath the trees on the way to the CF (Corn Field).
I was walking by my friend; we were talking about how the field was like the human body.
The corn stalk pathways were like blood veins, the area in-front of us was the innards and the heart and lungs (and gut).
But up ahead, where the people were, was the brain.
Then we described it even better!
People were blood cells and were traveling to the brain (for some of you think that blood in the brain is "wrong", it's actually quite true. The brain is the one organ that uses most of the blood. Little fact I thought you'd enjoy).
Me and my friend looked at each other at one point; we had noticed something.
We were in the buttocks.
Our pace got faster as we thought about it.
Once in a while, we'd trip on a cut corn stalk but we'd keep running.
Finally, we reached the hill.
We began blurting out ideas that it was like a long pathway to the amazing creator of the "body" we said we were walking in.
Then our destination was in view.
The rocks.
It was still its old sandy self.
It never changed.
Most of the 5th graders gathered around what they called "the burial".
Some 4th graders watched them preform rituals and others stood on the high mounted rocks.
I was digging in the sand.
I don't exactly know why, but it seemed appealing to me.
My friend called it: Mining for oil so we could "Strike it rich".
Then the call came, we had to return to school for getting ready for home.
I sighed and we walked back.
All the way, me and my friend were talking about this strange story we were making up.
Funny thing is, I liked spending my time like that.
It was fun, random and in every way "COOL!".
So when you ever get time at home, have you're own ramble with you're family and even make a path.
-D.R.