I was 12 years old-ish.
I had no business watching a scary movie but somehow I managed to see it.
Fast forward to 2010. I am on a field trip for Henry's class.
It all came back.
As we were working our way through the corn maze I couldn't help but get a metal picture of a scythe coming down out of nowhere at any second. Don't worry, I didn't share this with the children (grins).
And then we couldn't find our way out.
One of the dads who was a chaperon said (after we had heard "I'm hot, I'm thirsty, I'm tired" at least 3,258,947 times) - "We're cuttin' thru." Then came the mental picture again of that scythe ...
We ended up just busting thru the corn towards where we thought the entrance was and thankfully ended up on the right side of the corn! We had maps but we still managed to get ourselves turned around. They told us they do this at night with flashlights. Guess what I will NOT be doing. Ever.
Once we recovered from the drama of our adventure in corn maze and rehydrated; the children got to pump old fashioned water pumps to race ducks to the other side.
The bonus ... no corn stalks to get lost in (smiles).
All over the farm there were signs like this ...
They should have a game called Who's Smarter Than A 1st Grader because they would all shout out the answer while the adults were still trying to figure it out. I think we were still recovering from our Survivor episode in the corn maze.
There was a hay ride, pumpkin pickin' and a ride in a cow train pulled by a tractor. Pig petting, chicken feeding, and goat gazing. A mini corn maze and a corn sand box were investigated before we moved on to the underground slide. The children had to sit on burlap sacks to shimmy their way down.
We all had a hot, sweaty, dusty good time.
The moral of the story. Don't watch scary movies. You never know when they will come back to haunt you.