Yeah. So it turns out that when I used to get lost in a field of corn as a kid and had to figure out how to get back home, that was a blast.
Getting lost in some preplanned maze? STRESSFUL as heck.
Finally my anxiety took over and I went all “children of the corn” and just blazed a, (careful so as not to disturb the integrity of the maze), beeline back to the front of the stupid thing.
There were tears and everything between my friend and I and seriously, it was not so much fun.
In retrospect, perhaps she and I were not the best candidates to be traipsing along in some muddy corn maze.
Ah well. We survived.
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