There once was a boy named Gus. Gus was a curious little boy, who always seemed to find himself in trouble, even when he didn't try.

Gus' momma would get mad at him for getting into trouble because she knew he was a good kid. So, she didn't like him running off during playtime.

There was one problem. That this was Gus' favorite time. Playtime meant forrests, creeks, and big open fields. Gus didn't want to play with his toys anymore; he wanted something more.

Sure, his Captain America action figure was cool. He still cared deeply for his baseball card collection and the bookself that they were displayed on among the rest of his belongings.

So one day, Gus decided to abandon his mother's advice and go into the field behind the fence of their house.

As he looked around, he couldn't believe his momma didn't want him to play in the field. It was amazing. A brand new space to adventure and explore!

There were funny shaped rocks, weird shaped sticks, and all kinds of new nooks for Gus to find a new adventure...

As Gus continued wondering around the field and examining his surroundings, he noticed that there was a beaten path down one of the hills.

Gus, being the  curious kid he is, started to walk towards the path and couldn't help but become sidetracked to how far he'd gone from the fence of the house.

He stumbled down the sloped hill, feeling the funny shaped rocks brush his arm and the weird sticks poke him in his side on the way down.