Due to popular query, I'll tell everyone about how I fell out of a castle.
Dan, Harriet and I went to look for my upcoming Monday classes. The campus is the largest I've ever been on, the buildings are widely confusing, the setup is spread so far apart that it takes fifteen minutes to walk from my apartment to the edge of anything, and it seems longer when it's cold as bears. On our way to my classes I found a path that led to somewhere good. We hopped on and walked for about an hour's time before we came to a split. It was a path through a forest, a very thick forest parallel to the River Shannon. The ground was complete mud and bugs hung suspended in swarms ready to fly into your eyes and in your mouth. We didn't know how long this path was, or where it would lead to, but I made everyone go forth, and they didn't seem to mind. So I put on my big hat with a big feather and led the way, although I was mostly standing in the middle of the two since most of the path was only wide enough for one person at a time. So I led the way through Harriet.
We're deep in the woods, it's still just light enough out to keep going, and we're almost at the point where I'm ready to turn around. We come to a metal gate and duck underneath to come to the edge of an opening. The narrow path began to stretch farther and we could barely see what was behind the bend. I turned to Harriet and said, "There should be like, a castle here or something."
"There's your castle there."
There was my castle.
To be continued.
