I had to write an essay today during an exam the title and the was off “Off The Beaten track” and my main thought was being w little boy again with my best friend. I was 12 years old and my friend used to stay near a game reserve( South Africa ) we used to sneak in over the fence during the day and spend the whole day wondering about for miles. We had a small blow up boat we used to take with us and blow it up when we reached the dam. We used to paddle out to the middle and make up stories about monsters living in the murky depths trying to scare the hell out of each other it worked we were both petrified. We paddled ashore so fast it was as if we weren’t even touching the water. Once we reached dry land we continued our adventure through the wilderness. We would have a new adventure every day during our holidays. It makes me sad my little brother will never know how much fun it is to walk off the beaten track.