You Want Us To Do What?!

We were vacationing on a small island that summer. It couldn't have been much more than a few miles from one end to the other, and on the exact opposite end was something we just /had/ to see. I think it was where the piles and piles of salt were, or perhaps it was the shipwreck. Or maybe even an aquarium, but it seems as if the island were too small and unknown to support one, so that was probably on the next island over.

Anyway, about midway through the week it is decided that we're off to see the other end of the island, and my parents make this big deal of how the island's small enough that you can /walk/ the _whole_way_. How it's this little speck, and how we're never going to get a chance like this again, and why don't we kids walk it. My parents would walk it too, but the guides were their friends and had to take the car to work at the other end, but it's ok they'd be right behind us in the car if any of us couldn't make it.

Of course we could make it, we were all kids. And none of us could possibly be willing to admit to being unable to go the distance if the other two could. So walk it we did, the entire way, the length of an entire island. Except for the stretches where we ran, of course.

I now wonder if this had anything to do with us running around the house like maniacs earlier that day. It isn't often that our parents encouraged us to tire ourselves out by playing in the road.