My mind was racing. I was running, running to catch up. Our group was calling me as I ran to catch up, and I finally arrived. One thing that had passed me over while I was gone, was how beautiful the pond was. I can just imagine how Thoreau used to stare out over the pond and talk about the simple things in life, simple things such as a pond. Something as simple as a pond can be one of the most beautiful things in the world, and Thoreau understands that. With all of the distractions in life and how quick the world goes now, the simple life is one that should be very valued. Seeing all of the kids in my grade,walking around the pond, was incredible. It was almost as though we flashed back in time, to a more simple life. Kids climbed trees, Trotsky fished, some people even swam and I just walked, in the short time I was there, I figured out exactly why we were there, to go back in time, and figure out exactly how Thoreau felt as he wrote about his life.