I was hesitant at first, I've heard all the stories of how it could all go wrong, but when we reached the hidden dream, it seemed everything would be alright. The trail there was difficult and made me consider turning back - nothing could be so amazing. When we came out from the trees, falling into mud, almost losing our shoes, I understood the beauty was so immense that this journey was well worth it. We sat on the trees and pieces of plywood, letting our feet sit in the cold water. One of us jumped in, the same person fell in a hole on the shore, and the other sat next to what seemed to be the fishes home. Once we all settled down and the ripples from our kicking and swimming stopped, we all sat together ready to throw away our worries. It tasted awful, but they seemed to enjoy it. My throat burned and the lemonade I was drinking mixed with the awful taste made me want to throw up. When the marijuana settled in my system, I noticed my depression had seemed to leave me. The nature around us was even more gorgeous than before and I found myself thanking mother nature more than usual for her artwork. The birds songs, the frog that croaked and scared us, the snake I wanted dead that swam infront of us, and the cool wind blowing all seemed more intense. The smell of the Earth was almost like a perfume to me. We listened to music, but I could only hear the symphony mother nature had given me. They were talking and I would join in and when I couldn't stop giggling, they told me I was gone. I didn't feel different and I didn't feel bad, but I knew I probably wasn't going to do this again. I was a little angrier and a little more impatient and a little more hateful in my mind and going home brought me great joy because I could finally be alone. My music was loud, my bed was so much more comfortable, and my life seemed alright for once - everything seemed like it was brighter and better.
