I kept trekking further into what had not yet been discovered, into the unknown. When I come out here to get away from the everyday calamities, a part of me is always left behind, wanting me to always come back. Coming to a stop, I realized that I was in the corner of the canyon floor. The howling of distant coyotes now located a home in my ears. Wait… that’s a cave. I immediately found a piece of mesquite …show more content…
What are these weird cracks in the wall? I soon realized that these were actually drawings from native Indians long ago. They showed hunts and adventures that provided for their families. There were also many handprints and pictures of small villages. This must have taken a very steady and patient hand. I was mesmerized by the meticulous artwork. I soon began to apprehend the lifestyle of these distant characters in history.
On my way back outside, something caught my eye. I began to investigate. It was a small piece of flint. The flint that a long ago Native used to hunt and to start fires. I quickly pocketed my treasure. I exited the cave and blew out my makeshift torch. What a great day this turned out to be. A nice hike and a bit of history had just made my week. Walking home, I couldn’t stop thinking about my find. The day had elapsed past me. I reached my front porch and plopped down on my porch swing.
My mom soon came outside and began to interrogate me on where I was. I told her my finding, but she didn’t seem to care. I had chores to do and dinner to eat. When my mom’s mad, it’s worse than being arraigned. I completed my chores and finished supper. That night I was finally able to rest my head for a long sleep. I reclined and noticed something poking my leg. I had completely forgotten about the