Question: I was back in the seventh grade and our class was preparing to go on a field trip to the local flee market. We packed our bags and lunches and boarded the bus. We got stuck in a lot of traffic and there were issues with our tickets to get into the flee market, so we sat in front of the entrance and ate our lunches, not allowing anyone else into the building. Once we were finally squared away, we entered the building. The vendors seemed to be saying something in a different language and I soon realized our class had entered an Indian flee market. There was magic lamps and sparkly coins everywhere. We continued walking because time was wasting. We stepped over a stone and through a door to the next department and little did we know we had entered Japan. There was sushi and Geishas everywhere. Samurais paraded their fancy swords in the dusty streets. Amazed, we did not even know when we walked right out of Japan and into Africa. My favorite object in this flee market was a little elephant carved from sacred wood that fit perfectly in my hands. It’s tusks were so sharp and fine, I pricked my finger on it and woke up.