RIKKIS
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The river's bend waited for me, I could see it from where I stood. I wasn't inclined to hurry, but at the same time I craved for the end of my journey. I realized right then that when taking a walk one should only go half as far as planned and turn back. That way when you reach your destination, you're not too tired to go home. I couldn't fathom being alone for another week or so, living off of the plants that I could find in this vast wilderness. I would rather have gone to sleep and waited for someone to find me, but I knew if I did that I wouldn't survive. I had to keep going. I soldiered on through the trees and around my little river bend. Finally I saw what I was looking for....my house. Game over, I put my imagination away and went in to be served lunch by my mom. She asked politely how my journey had gone and I regaled her with every detail right down to the tiger I fought bare handed in a distant land. She smiled and indulged me "So how were the unicorns on this journey of yours? Were they silver or white this time?" I knew that she thought it was cute that I pretended to go places and see things that were nowhere close to anything around our small farm in Ohio, but as I look back I think she should have realized it was a prologue for things to come. I would see wonderous things some day and go to places, no man would go before me, even if I had to lie cheat and steal to get there. No small feat from my mother's only little girl.