One Mile Deep in Paranoia

     We are on our way to the beach and my father has admitted something hilarious. He never wants to go to on a mule ride in the Grand Canyon because he is afraid that the mule will have a seizure and they would both fall into the canyon. It sort of proves my theory that paranoia is what stops us from living our lives to the fullest. Basically, I seriously doubt my mother is going to convince my father to even go to the edge of the canyon when she drags him along once my siblings and I are out of the house.