Picture by Liba Dilla
Words by Appreciable Goodfaithpoet
My five-year-old son was so excited for his first field trip. His kindergarten class was going to Antelope Island. I was able to go along with them. While
Riding the bus on the way to Antelope Island. My son asked, “What will it be like?” I replied, “There will not be many trees and it will be windy and we might be able to see a beach and some buffalo.” “Can I eat one?” my son asked. I said, “We would need to kill a Buffalo in order to eat it and we didn’t bring any weapons.” My son lamented, “Oh! Why didn’t you bring a fork?!”
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