Niagara Spark

When I was in 2nd or 3rd grade, my memory is like that of a piece of phosphorus metal reacting with water...um...oh it's about as good as that analogy, I went on a field trip to Niagara Cave. I don't know how the Montessori payed for said field trip because usually we would just go to Ready farm for the day or maybe down behind where the old Subway was to look at algae, yeeeeaaaaaa that was always a real pleasant treat with the nauseating mix between car wash runoff and swamp scum. But nonetheless we were in Niagara Cave. The scenery consisted of stalactites, stalagmites, and an underground pool of water. Now when the Miss Adviser Lady tells you not to touch, as an imature 2nd or 3rd grader(still not coming to me) told not to touch it is honestly 2nd or 3rd nature, you touch. And I was the master of this tricky art. She said don't touch the walls because of the oils in our skin will break down the ancient rock formations. I touched, in fact I dragged my hand along the wall in defiance, loving every second of existence subtracted because of my contributions. Now the water in the under ground pool, let me tell you...well... type you, it was COLD. That's what I imagine space to be like. I couldn't wrongly touch anything for 10 minutes because I had lost all motor control. I just feel sorry for the creature that kills all those female spelunkers in that movie that I can't think of the name (not looking good for me right now). Now nearing the end of the tour I pick up a rock, which apparently you're supposed to pay for in the gift shop and not pick them up on your own but how was I supposed to know that. I drop the rock. I know it's wrong and I really have never been in trouble up till now in my life but something just feels wrong. Unless you count my mom yelling at me when I was a toddler for eating a full stick of butter. But what do I do now? I pick the rock up and in all honesty, it was just a rock and it's not like a shard of the Berlin Wall (Max:). I act consciously inconspicuous, which probably looked really suspicious, for the remainder of the field trip. As we are preparing to leave a teacher confronts me and i receive a sharp reprimand. Someone had ratted me out. Then I am forced to present the rock to the gift shop keeper and confess my sins like a serial killer to a priest hoping to be pardoned. Then i am told to replace the rock. All that goes through my mind is I AM NOT GOING DOWN THERE ALONE. But they make me. So I halfheartedly sprint down 1 flight of rickety stairs that lead to the cave and throw the rock like a over the hill, go for broke, what have you pitcher.

Things you want to do with your life
1. See a pop concert be is invaded by bats and Mr. Flaherty swoon all of them with Japanese._______

2. Watch Fantasia 2000._______

3. Hear about Quad stealing a rock from Niagara Cave when he was in 2nd or 3rd grade.CHECK

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