Yesterday, we had an absolutely amazing opportunity to go to Walden Pond. I can honestly say it was unlike anything else. I felt as if I were truly able to reach my inner self and my inner writer. When we first got there, I was wowed by the size of Henry Thoreau's cabin. It was very small and petite, yet I almost felt at home when I initially entered. I could practically see myself living in that little shanty. I know that some people will think that this is crazy, who could ever live in such a place? Well like Thoreau, I would be able to. It has all the necessities; heat, a dest, and a bed. The best part is the desk, for it would be perfect for writing. For the readers who are in my English class, what you might not have guessed is I am insanely in love with writing. What I am not in love with however, is when people tell me what to write about or when I have to write things. For me, the most peaceful thing in the world is sitting down in the silence and just writing. I used to keep a journal where I would go outside into the woods and just write; sometimes for hours. I enjoy it immensely. Anyways, when we went down to the beach at Walden, the first thing we did was find a spot and write. It was a nice way to really start off the trip. We were then given directions to walk around the pond and meet about a quarter of the way around in thirty minutes. So off I went, with only my IPad I was off on an adventure I had not yet taken advantage of. About ten minutes into the walk I found a few rocks, so I sat and wrote. “Beneath my body, lays the cold, hard rock that keeps me elevated. A mere twenty feet from the water, yet I can feel the chill immersing from the surface. The heat of my body is barely kept insulated by my flannel shirt. It is cold. I can see into the water, ripples from the thrown rocks impair my view. Adolescent men, unsuccessfully attempting to skip a stone across the top of the pond.” I got distracted, and lost my groove. I felt so relaxed when I was writing that piece, I genuinely cannot put into words how I felt at that exact moment. Sadly, I did not get into that groove again. Going to Walden pond is going to be one of my most memorable experiences in my writing career.