We are camping and there's a tiny dirt road by our campsite. It's basically the access road; its how you drive your car to our site and a couple more sites further on.
The first time we walked across to the road to see some trees nearby Luke stopped short at the road. "Cars coming?" he asked with a worried look. Later we tried to talk a walk down the little dirt road, and about 20 yards in he started to complain "I'm nervous!" Then he put out his hand to ask me to hold it.
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