Name: Jack Ciambra
Class: ILA 3
The Long Trek
It was Thursday and we were halfway through summer, although today was the
day our new neighbors would move into a house across the street from ours. Not
knowing what the day held I slipped on my shoes and started to head out the door. I
immediately saw them as they began to haul boxes out of their car and carry them up
to their new front porch. Although I would be little uneasy walking up to my new
Neighbors house, but since we knew each other from school, sports and past events we
weren’t complete strangers.
Three years later…
The overpowering smell of freshly cut grass seamed through our noses as I
thought about the over towering trees of green and what the woods planned for us. My
neighbors and I decided it would be a good idea to go on an “exploration,” as they called it.
Ironically, we could probably draw out every little detail of our street, since we had lived in the
neighborhood for more than four years now. Although the three of us knew it was better to
stroll through the woods bored than do nothing at all while our parents ran errands. As I followed
their implanted footprints in the dead wet grass, and as it tainted the soles of my shoes green, we
approached the dull looking forest as the gleaming sun beamed through the trees and left a moist
morning dew that made the air humid and sticky.
We began to introduce ourselves to the woodland as the dead leaves from last
fall crunched beneath our feet. “This is nothing but boring” Ashton complained. His older
brother only shook his head to agree with him as the three of us kept advancing
forward. Only looking back every two minutes to notice how the twenty foot beams of
wood began to close up and hide their house behind us. More than fifteen minutes into
the trek crossing streams of water, tangled old metal fences and ancient rock walls still
wasn’t enough to heighten the mood. We were probably a solid twenty minutes into the
odyssey before losing trail and getting distracted by supposably “boring thoughts”. The
three of us agreed to go do something else so we did…before realizing we weren’t
walking in the same direction the whole time.
“This is all your fault!” Ashton lashed out on his older brother. The both of them
got tied up in an argument before we could even think about where exactly we were
Standing. Looking around, as each tree looked identical to the other right next to it
wasn’t much help at all. We had to figure a way out of the brush before having our own
parents come look for us themselves. Stalking around in circles, as the three of us tried
to find somewhat of a path that looked rememberable. Stress began to run high in the
three of us as we all stayed focus on the task at hand. Soon the weight of the
punishments began to sink in hearing our parents voices as they scolded us for the
obliviousness of our mistake.
For about ten dreadful minutes of stress, we began heading down one direction that
seemed somewhat significant to the way we came from. We ran as fast as we could,
tripping up on all the roots and vegetation that we could possibly come across. “Finally thank
God.” We all were stunned with a sigh of relief as we saw the back of their white tainted house.
The three of us burst out laughing as the sudden moments of anxiety were soon taken away by
our laughter. This was soon to become one big joke (and it did).