I remember walking our dog in The Scratch, and always turning left at the street and left at the next street, and eventually turning left at another and again, and again at our driveway. I knew all the "sights" like the back of my whatever.
For some reason one day, I made all RIGHT turns, arriving -- yes, you guessed -- back at my driveway. Essentially the exact same route but it was as if I'd traveled to another state. Everything looked totally different, or at least I saw things I'd not seen before, which obviously were always there. Perception (or not) is a funny thing.
Dude, so how are you coming on yr helmet anyhow? Bro I totally almost have mine finished. I just have to find some kind of glue that sticks onto the dead grasshoppers and the ball bearings. That was way freaky about you finding the secret route to your house.
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