I never really thought anything could truly scare me. I mean I am the kid who played with snakes and set ant hills on fire, what can make me scared? Well one day I decided to put my courage to the test. It was a couple of nights after thanksgiving, I remember because it was the last time we had gotten a week-long break before the one we took for Christmas. I just came to the thought maybe I will be the bravest one of them all. So I began to pack my book bag with everything that I felt necessary to survive one night in the woods, basically I got food, a blanket, and a lamp. I felt that was enough to get me through the night. So I waited until everybody was asleep to embark on my journey. As soon as I could assure myself that I was going through
