Talladay Farms Corn Maze

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Every so often we encounter other parties: a bunch of kids who ask, “Have you seen a bunch of kids?”; some older teens; a family with a newborn infant. Somewhere nearby, a group of girls are screaming for someone named Mitchell. We’re actually having great fun until we run into a series of dead ends and can’t find our way out.

As the light fades, Dan runs ahead a few times, coming back to report whether or not it’s clear. The younger kids are getting tired and complaining. Josh produces some M&Ms, which he shares with me. He’s less crabby now and starts taking the lead.

I’m annoyed but don’t panic until the cell phone rings. “They made it out,” Mary reports of my son and hers. “Tell them not to go anywhere,” I say. Great—I’m lost in a cornfield, and my poor kid will see me sacrificed to the corn gods.