Sometimes it takes a wrong turn to get you to the right place. "Where are we?" we questioned. The sun began to set and we started to panic. Getting lost showed me how much my mom really means to me. I rushed out of the red, rusty surburban along wuth my two friends Roshni and Taylor. "Have fun girls!" shouted Taylor's mom before she sped off. I could already smell the delicious, freshly made donuts, so i knew i was at Yate's Cider Mill. "Let's go on the trail!" exclaimed Roshni. "Okay!" replied Taylor and I. As we stepped into the shaded woods, the wind whispered through the trees. Our journey began on the dirt path. Time went by nd our legs began to feel like jello, so we decided it was time to head back to the cider mill. Ahead was a