Adventure – gratitude challenge #24

I remember a story from an old church fete book.

A little boy wished he could have adventures.  Adventures were daring and fun and he knew he’d be such a hero.

One day on the way home from school, he cut through a field to avoid a gypsy woman.  He was chased by a bull and, petrified for his life, he jumped through a briar hedge and tumbled into a ditch.  He arrived home late, feeling very sorry for himself.

The little boy kept dreaming that one day he’d have an adventure. He’d be such a hero but for some reason, it never seemed to happen.

Adventures are everywhere, every day.  See them for what they are and rise to the challenge!