Well, I live in Thailand, but for most of the summer I’ve been visiting the United States, my place of birth. While here I’ve been to Texas and done many things there but for the moment I’m staying in Colorado Springs at one of my mom’s old college friend’s house. So yesterday she took us out to visit the Garden of the Gods. I’ve been there before but it was refreshing and brought back many good memories.
When we first got there we ate our lunch. After this we hiked around stopping every five minutes so that my brother could pet every dog he saw. We’d be walking around when my brother would see a four legged creature, he would then scream “Dog!” run after it ‘ask’ the owner to pet it and then proceed to show his love for all dog kind while the owner had just opened their mouth to answer.
Well, eventually we got to the rocks, but of course not without the persitant complaining of the many younger kids. They would walk and moan until they spotted a rock, they would then get a sudden spurt of energy, climb all over the rock, get back down, and then moan and complain about how tired they were and how they were going to die.
When we started getting to the bigger rocks my mom whipped out here always beside her camera. Me and my younger siblings would be climbing some of the rocks when my mom would command us to stop, usually in an akward position. She would smile and take pictures, then delete the picture she took and take another one. This usually resulted with us either wedged between two rocks, stuck with our foot behind our heads, or left hanging bearly on to life by holding with one hand on a particulary high rock for thirty minute intervals or more. Sometimes I wonder if mom thinks that pain adds to the beauty of her pictures. 
At one point I had climbed to the highest point of a moderatly high rock, my mom was just positioning her dreaded camera when a ranger pulled up in a small vehicle that resembled a golf cart. He shouted up at me that it was illegal to climb the rocks and that they had “Two firetrucks and an ambulance!”
At that point we decided it was a good time to be leaving. Along the way my mom babbled on about her paranoid conspiracy that the ranger was actually threatening us because he had, “two fireturcks and an ambulance that could heal any near death wounds he tried to inflict upon us.”
Finally we made it home, and with only a few scrapes and bumps to show from my mom’s picture taking! (Usually someone ends up having to go to the hospital. That is when the true beauty of my mom’s work comes out =p). Upon arriving the once half-dead kids had a miracluous recovery! They were bouncing off the walls and running around in circles in no time. The rest of the day was pretty trainquil, at least until I got attacked by a group of energectic 7 year olds at a slumber party, but that is for another post.
