When I was about 8 my family (along with an aunt, uncle and cousins) hiked to Mount Timpanogos cave in Utah. It was a lot of fun and I remember taking pictures of chipmunks at the top. But there are two kind of funny things that happened along the path.
On the way up the trail I would walk ahead of my mom and get too far ahead. My mom would tell me that I was too far away and to wait for her. Instead of waiting, I would walk back to where she was then turn around and continue on. After doing that several times my mom pointed out that I was doing a lot of unnecessary walking by walking back and forth so much; I was essentially walking certain parts of the trail three times. She suggested stopping and waiting. While I understood what my mom was saying, I didn't listen to her idea because I didn't care if I was doing extra walking. I was a hyper little 8 year old; I didn't want to stop walking even if I knew it wasn't going to get me there any faster. Some days I wish I still had all that energy. But just thinking about it makes me tired.
On the way down the trail, all us kids were told we had to stay behind an adult so we wouldn't get too far ahead. My dad was the lead person and he had a baby carrier on his back with my baby brother Chip in it. His goal was to get down the mountain as quickly as possible so he could take the heavy baby carrier off. So it wasn't long before my dad was so far ahead of the rest of us that we couldn't see him. Us kids loved it. We were following the "stay behind an adult" rule but basically had all the freedom we wanted. Until the rest of the grown-ups ruined it and said my dad didn't count anymore. Leave it grown-ups to ruin all the fun and keep us safe.
I am looking forward to hiking this same trail again this summer with my family.
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