Justin had been asking, nay begging, for years to go to the scary corn maze. You know, the after hours event where masked men with chain saws burst out of the corn and chase you into the night. Yeah, that one. He was almost 13 so this year we agreed. Justin was very excited and went with his buddies. He'll tell you that he just wanted to "hang" with all of his friends but I think it's because, the more of them there were, the less likely he would end up as bait while everyone else ran away to soil themselves.
Instead of dropping them off to be picked up later, I decided to hang around for the fun, so found a seat around the bonfire, whipped out my phone and settled in to listen to the screaming. I don't know how long he was in there or what I did the whole time I was waiting. All I know is that there are a lot of new apps on my phone.
When Justin finally emerged, I eagerly awaited to hear how it went. He passed off the whole experience as "no big deal." Yeah, right. My best friend, Jeff, was working in the corn maze and I'll bet he had a different story to tell.
Having helped Jeff with construction and preparations that year, I knew that at one point during the maze, you must pass through an old farm outbuilding. According to Jeff, when Justin passed by, he leaped out of the ceiling and scared the liver out of Justin, then wouldn't let him pass. Justin would never admit to it but I'll bet he peed a little.
That was better than Christmas.
I suppose it didn't help the I sent Jeff a text letting him know that Justin had entered the maze.
- 18 October 2013
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