story about me me me

A Story by jordy

This is a story about me (and you but mostly me), and the time I got lost.

We were walking (actually, it was more like strolling) through the forest when we came upon a tiny small doll-sized hut. It looked like a gingerbread house, and of course you (you adventurer, you fearless traveler), wanted to explore. We went in and it was empty and cobwebby and scary scary scary, and when we went back out, it was dark out. You told me not to worry (you had a map and a compass) but I knew deep deep down we were lost.

We walked in circles and circles and it was cold and damp and when we finally made it out (because I figured out how to read a map, not you, me) we stumbled around, surprised, like the only two survivors of a plane crash. It was cold.