The Corn Maze

       We all remember those specific days in childhood that spark excitement and joy at the memories of them.   Those times when things seemed simple and the kiddie rides seemed 50 feet tall.  When the air smelled cleaner and the sky was always brighter.  I love having those moments with my babies.  Seeing their faces light up when the fireworks decorate the sky, or how thrilled they are when we have a picnic at the park.  That is what makes childhood so endearing.  The joy of seeing things for the first time and experiencing them with a genuine awe. 
       That was my attempt a few days ago as I took my 2 youngest, both boys, to the corn maze and pumpkin patch.  It started off well, the usual; horses, pigs, hay-rides, and pumpkins.  I was pleased we had actually come across no big life threatening disasters. So, with a new confidence, I take my sweet boys over to the corn maze and start running through the stalks of corn.  This cant go wrong at all.  
       However, to set this lovely scene, you must know that the corn has not grown well this year and is only about 3-4 feet tall.  My little 3-footers are running around feeling very cool that they cannot see anyone, while they can be seen by everyone.  After a few "Marco, Polo" moments, we managed to make it over to the one bridge in the middle of the field.  A grand structure of three 2x4s and a bunch of steps, so you see the whole maze from a top view.  Very exciting stuff.  Being overwhelmed by the obvious realization that they are 10 feet off the ground, they promptly go back down, leaving me to enjoy a quiet second of scenery. 
       And I mean second.  It didn't take me long to find them when I looked down, because to my surprise (which really should not have been a surprise) I did not see two little happy boys frolicking through the corn, I saw two little white bubble butts swaying in the wind. Oh yeah, they both have pants down just letting it fly, marking the corn field as their territory.  A proud mommy moment.  To add to this dilemma of being 10 feet up and 15 feet away, while my boys are comparing who hit which corn stalk, there is a whole group of teenage students running through the maze directly at my nudists.  That is when Super Mom Mojo kicks in.  I am almost positive that the group of innocent bystanders must of thought there was a cheetah on the bridge with me as I flew down those stairs, but I am happy to report, I survived.  And I learned a valuable lesson;  You cannot pull Buzz Lightyear underwear and jean shorts up at the same time, especially mid-pee.  But most importantly we still have "corn maze" down on the list of places we have not been kicked out of...  yet.... And That is a good day in the life and times of us.....
       So in conclusion, while I feel it is important to give children wonderful memories during their youth, I have finally understood that they will undeniably always include nudity...