Panic attack...yea, what fun.

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For future reference: HSPs and corn mazes are a bad combination.

This is especially true when the corn maze is filled with patron-created false paths and many of the legitimate paths are made impassable by standing water and ankle-deep mud, to sum up: when the map you're given no longer accurately represents the maze you're in. All I wanted was OUT. I grabbed my son - who'd been screaming and crying in "I want to play in the mud" frustration for almost an hour straight - and made for the exit...or, tried, anyway. Fucking maze. By the time I found a path out - which I found only by listening for the sound of the crowd in the entrance area - anyone who'd stepped in my path would have been injured.

That took...let's see...two hours to recover from.

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...and thank GOD it was DAYLIGHT. I don't get scared of the boogieman, I get scared of ME. Trapped like that, the inhibitions start to drop, one by one, until whatever rational part of me that's left starts to fear the rest of me's gonna hurt somebody.

Jami, btw, was never in any danger of that.

I'm sure it's a perfectly good maze for the first couple of weeks, and might be willing to try it again...but I'm taking a machete.