It started out as the usual summer family vacation. We left before the crack of dawn. I was crammed in the back seat between my little brother and sister. The suitcases were piled so high it was a wonder that Dad could see out the rear view mirror of our station wagon. My little brother had asked for the millionth time if we were there yet. It seemed like we had been on the road forever; even I was beginning to wonder when we’d get there.
Mom and Dad were having some sort of discussion about the map because we had taken a wrong turn after lunch. The road went from a big highway to a small country road. We drove on it for a while and it got narrower by the minute. We were completely surrounded by woods with huge, leafy trees. Mom was suggesting to Dad that we turn around and go back the way we came when we saw a break in the trees up ahead. As we came into the clearing, Dad slammed on the brakes and we lurched to a stop. We couldn’t believe our eyes...
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Blessings to all. Have a great weekend:)