It's not everyday that you get to go on an adventure with your older brother: really, it's not. So when he leads you across a high bridge, a broken tree across a deep creek, you don't hesitate. Even when you feel the moss clinging between your toes, you follow behind him because he is (finally!) leading you to that secret hideout he doesn't want to share. Even when your feet begin to slide and you know that you're going to fall into the water, your first thought isn't filled with fear but disappointment, because you'll never get to see it now. You hit creek bottom, arm first, and come out with nothing more than a few bleeding scratches. These scratches will leave scars, but you beg to keep going because nothing would be a bigger scar than not being able to finish the journey you ached to complete for so long. He wipes off the blood, acquiesces, and reminds you: "You better tell mom you fell right before we came home, got it? I'm not getting in trouble for this."