One day I woke up, got dressed, and went to open the door, but tripped on a root! It was a rather large, mossy root. I cautiously opened the door and peered outside. All I could see were giant trees! I was in the jungle! All around me, I could hear monkeys howling and screeching, birds chirping, and occasional crunching of the leaves on the forest floor or a branch moving above. I looked around me and saw my house and some huts made of hide. There were some people looking at me very weirdly. I didn’t think they spoke english. The people approached me carefully. When they saw I was not a threat they talked to me. Of course I could not understand them but they led me into a very large hut. Inside was a person on a seat, I think he was a leader of some sort, but he said something and I turned around to see someone holding a plate of a cooked venison. They must have been hearing my belly rumbling. I was so hungry I ate the whole thing, I hadn’t eaten breakfast! I also miss my family but over the week I stayed there but they became my friends. I realized that they have very different customs. I learned how to hunt and gather. I also learned that before meals they perform a dance to thank the gods for the food. But i was missing home. One day I woke up in my room (I still lived in my house) and walked out and I was in my kitchen with the smell of pancakes. I was home! It was a dream.