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I was riding on a school bus home from something. Ariana was also there. The bus arrived at her house to drop her off, and I was surprised to discover that her house was two or three houses south of mine. I got off the bus with her. She and I started walking toward her back yard. The weather was gray but not quite rainy. Walking through the yard, she said some things to me that I did not completely hear, but I still nodded in acknowledgement. We continued walking west toward the forest. We began discussing how forests can be catalogued into various genres. I declared that this forest's genre was something along the lines of "happy." My reason for this was that a creek ran through the forest, which is true in reality. Something was wrong with the creek, though: It appeared to actually be a shoddy concrete half pipe instead of a natural ditch in the soil. There was one area where the water had to travel up-hill. This was maintained by a pump pushing the water through a garden hose, all in the half pipe. Ariana and I began walking up hill, getting closer to the forest. She was in front of me, and had great difficulty getting up the hill. Once we made it to the top and into the forest, there was a small arch bridge crossing the creek. She began crossing it, and experienced the same difficulty she did climbing the hill.