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Falling Down

 

 Not too long ago, I was hiking through the arboretum near our school with a friend. Unsurprisingly, we immediately went off the path. I love getting lost, so I'm always happy to do it with a buddy. We ended up on the top of a cliff (a less dramatic person would call it a large hill, but whatever). Instead of turning around and finding the trail to circumvent this whole situation, we decided to keep going in this direction. 

 It turns out, a bunch of loose dirt + large rocks + ill-advised shoes + heavy bags = teetering + falling + deciding to just scoot down on my butt. This is actually my go-to hiking maneuver, because I am both mature and competent. 

 Once we made it down the cliff face (large hill), we found a helpful sign warning us that our chosen path was a poor one. No shit. Well, I had to wash those pants anyway, and we found the trail again quickly, before deciding to get lost a few more times.

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