Two days ago we all went to see the other children’s home that was being built. After a brief tour of the campus and the different zones, we all hiked up the lone mountain looming over us. We started hiking. It was a steep treacherous path if you can even call it that. It was less of a path but more of a trail forged by nature. As we hiked up the border, it was as if the bush itself was trying to reach out and drag us down into the earth. It was almost suffocating, and every single bush had a thorn that was trying to scratch me. Sometimes I would find a small clearing for a breath of air, just to go back to struggling through a sea of thorns. It was brutal, and the path was treacherous, but once we got to the top, it was all worth it.
As I stepped over the crest of the hill it was one of the most amazing sights I have ever seen. Off in the distance, I saw another mountain, the same width, height, and shape as the one I had just summited. The mountains were like twins standing tall, almost in the middle of the valley. I start running, taking in the view, drinking in the view as if I was perched. As I turned, I saw everything. I saw a mountain range so far in the distance that it looked slightly blue.
The mountain loomed over what looked like a little kingdom of ants spaced apart in a bunch of tiny houses. I turned a little further and saw more little houses and little ants. Among those miniature buildings, I saw the two white vans we got here in. I turned a little further and saw a wall of fog stretching infinitely in every direction. But it wasn’t just fog, it was more mysterious like as if there was a chasm, the end of the world. That’s what it was! The edge of the world!