secret stairs

ouch, what did i do? my back is killing me. i am hobbling around feeling covered with aches.

today maya and i went to pick up miles from his camp in gg park. we parked near the conservatory of flowers and went in, but maya thought it was no fun. we spotted some steps that went down under jfk drive, and went to check them out. it was a little dark and the ceiling was cracked. on the opposite stairs sat a goofy young man in white sunglasses playing guitar through an amp. we sat to listen and he handed us two maracas and played us wierd renditions of wheels on the bus and yellow submarine. then an older man came through the tunnel to say hello, playing a recorder wildly. we decided to keep going and found some secret steps. "these are our secret stairs, secret stairs" maya chanted. we ended up at the arboretum where we met turtles and squirrels, and maya chose which way to go each time there were two paths to choose from.