Memory #76

I was on an art field trip to a remote farm town. There was a children's group setting up a haunted house in an old community center. My teacher wanted to show me the beautiful architecture inside one of the rooms of the building. We had asked permission, and we went inside. On the way out, an angry and suspicious man confronted us about why we were in the building. There was something awkward about being put in a situation like that with my teacher.