On a dark, cloudy day, my wandering feet brought me Westward, over the bridge, to the outskirts of the city.

There on the quiet highway is a historical stone structure. It is a beautiful structure, but in such an odd place. There isn’t anything else around.

Up a dark stair to the top, I climbed and stood above the highway. It felt dangerous. People in the past lived with danger more than we do now.

I would have liked to continue Westward on the quiet highway, but it was time to turn back around and go home.

Q. Agree or Disagree: History is fun to learn.
Q. Tell me about a time you encountered danger.