For vacation my family decided to visit some friends in a resort called Big Canoe in either North Carolina or South Carolina I cant remember which.  I believe I was about eight or nine at the time.  While there my mother had read a book about a local Indian tribe.  The book had said that this Indian tribe had lived in peace for hundreds of years until the English settlers came to the area.  When these settlers came they began to buy up the land the Indians had lived on.  They bribed them with simple but beautiful stones.  Thought the history of the tribe know one ever knew what happened to these stones it was believed that they were berried under secretly marked piles of rocks in a forest near by.
Anyways, after hearing my mother explain this to us I was convinced that on this vacation I was going to find this "Lost Treasure." I later coerced my father to go on a walk with me through the woods to find this treasure.  We walked through the woods for hours until we were lost.  At the age of nine I thought that that was it and we were going to be lost forever, we were going to sit in the woods and have to eat leaves and hunt for ourselves.  At one point we came to a small stream that was too deep to cross without getting wet, so my father and I built a bridge out of rocks.  Once we got over the bridge we found a trail that led us back home.  That day I had so much fun, even though we got lost.  I told my dad that I was never going to forget that day.  And to this day I never forgot it.