Mother and Wonderfully Safe Parameters

You'd expect someone at the age of four to know no other world than the wonderfully safe parameters of your own home. That pretty much summed up my mindset. Any place outside would require the keen eyes of the two pillars of my world- Mommy and Daddy. If that wasn't there I would consider myself lost and turn on the waiking sirens in the blink of an eye. But at any age, whether it's a four year old or a forty year old, it's definately not easy to move outside of your comfort zone. I vividly remember the colorful fall leaves and the house getting gloomier and gloomier as the Sun had no longer been waiting the whole day for me to jump put and play after my leisurely afternoon nap. I started to get bored of the wonderfully safe parameters. I needed something shake my world up. As usual, the first option was to pour out any unresolved feelings to mommy. "Mom, I'm booored!" I cried expecting her to say "then knock out some addition" , which I hated even more. But to my surprise, she said "Don't worry, you'll be going somewhere really exciting in just a few days!" Leaping in joy, I guess somewhere in the middle I tuned out what she finished explaining to live in my own world of resolved feelings, peace, and contentness. But what I missed out ended up biting me in the overalls later on.
The day I had been spending all my time fathoming of had finally arrived. "When are we going, when are we going?" I whined. "We're going as soon as you finish eating. By the way, I'm really happy you are excited about this. Lots of kids take it rough." she explained. I didn't understand. Why would anyone take this exciting outing (which I still don't know the details of) so rough? However, like I typically do, I went with the flow. Finally, we stepped into the car. I trusted her so much that I didn't ask her a single question as to where we had been going. If she said it would be exciting, no doubt that I would have a great time. "Here we are!", she excalaimed in an