Or however the heck Forest Gump says it. We took Drew to a park by our house today to swing, then we went for a loooong walk. The pond/lake looked really small from the park, but as we started around the first bend, we realized it was very long.
Hmmmmm...anyone ever heard the story of when Aric & I were in Newport, Rhode Island? We had this cartoon map. It seemed legit. So, we really wanted to go to a State Park, but, of course, we didn't want to move our car. According to the map, it was only an inch long walk, we spread our fingers out, compared it to the scaled map. Definately doable. Well, 3 miles later, and a few county roads, & a few hostel verbal exchanges, we made it to the park. Got there, sat down, then turned around and left. Of course, as we are trucking back, with sore feet, a damn trolley kept passing us. Oh, they had a trolley! At that point we couldn't possibly get on the trolley, we had gone too far.
We seem to miscalculate things, remember the Mountain story? Oh, well, Drew had a good long walk.
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