Mom and Dad took them on a different path than usual, through an creaking metal gate, and up a hill of cut grass in the middle of a forest. It was quiet except for their footsteps, the whistling birds and buzzing of insects hiding amongst the thickets of grass that wound along the base of the tree trunks. They passed a sleeping old man’s face pushing out from a tree, and a fairy ring of mushrooms. They walked quietly until they came to a crossroads in their path. Mom and Dad looked to Addie, and then George.
“Where should we go today?”
It seemed, they thought, they could go anywhere.