Overestimation of the Situation

I have no Idea what I was worried about. Everything I was afraid of was completely no problem: my uncle was great, Thanksgiving was awesome, and I only froze my butt off one day. I really think I overestimated the scariness of the situation. I had a great time.

When we first got there we went straight to sleep, it was one in the morning. We visited the national mall the next day, basking in all the things to do, while turning ourselves into Popsicles. We played with our cousins the rest of the night. Once we woke up, our cousins and us went to see the 9/11 memorial near the Pentagon. We played an epic game of Capture the Flag, and then went to bed.

When we woke up Thanksgiving morning, we immediately got dressed in buttoned-down shirts and slacks: we were eating at the Officers Club. The Officers Club was a big buffet with no rules, I could eat whatever, whenever.

On Friday we went to the movies and did some Christmas shopping a little later. Saturday: I went shotgun-shooting and visited a Civil War site, pulled an all-nighter and got ready to fly home. Unfortunately, the flight was canceled after we boarded, so we rented a hotel and went to see the law-enforcement memorial and museum of American history, ate at a hamburger joint, and prepared to once again wake up at one in the morning.

Through all that, I learned that you can't judge a book by it's cover, and you can't overestimate the situation. When you do, you get it wrong.