Well guys
It was the one thing in rehab that I liked.
The woods for me were beutiful with birds chirping and the sun shining thru the trees, but I like the outdoors. I went fishing at the beach. The shiny object was a gun (only because before they did it they asked anyone if they were afraid of bears). I was terribly mulled by a pitbull so I am definetly afraid of bears. And when I went to the house it was a little cottage and I stayed as far away from it as possible; because people in the wild don't like trespassing. I came upon the bear and had my gun but didn't have to shoot it because it just looked at me and walked away.
It is a useless exercise but its the one thing in rehab that I remember so it must be good for something. Its just a silly little thing.