Chapter 1: The Note from the Pharaohs

I look back most days, and think about my adventures, and those that are soon to come. In my previous adventures, I think my favorite was Egypt. Before I received the note from the pharaohs, I hardly thought of my past life. I remember the day my dad decided to quit his job and move to Jerusalem, Isreal so he could learn Hebrew. It was nearing my last day in first grade and my mom was pregnant, when that little event changed my life forever.

It was November 12, 2011 when our whole family had a ticket each to a day at Disneyland from volunteering at my brother’s baseball season. When we got there, it was totally decked out for Christmas, but it was insanely crowded. It turned to be the first day of Disney’s Christmas season. I got worried that we wouldn’t get on very many rides. I was right. However, while looking at the massive and surprisingly real Christmas tree, Dad showed us something that was metaphoric for “found under the Christmas tree” annual passes to Disneyland. Using Christmas money, our parents got the whole family these passes to survive one day doing nothing absolutely fun at the park. On the last day of summer, when our summer blackout days were over, we went to Disneyland on that Tuesday. We went on several rides, but mainly important was that I discovered my favorite part of the park. You probably know this, but Disneyland’s events, themes, and rides are divided into their own themed sections, as are almost all other theme parks. Disneyland is Main Street, Tomorrowland, Adventureland, Fronteirland, Fantasyland, and Toontown. I don’t have time to explain them all, so get that information someplace else. Anyways, my favorite land was Adventureland by the time we left that night. In the Adventure store across from the Indiana Jones ride, I looked at my favorite Disney effort in America. I remembered two things at that very moment; first of all, before our annual summer trip to Seattle, we spent the night at my brother’s friend’s house after a day at Wild Rivers, and Diego’s room had a small jungle themed room. Second, when we got home from Isreal, after making my new room an actual bedroom, my mom said to give it a few years and see if then I want to re-do my room. This place made me want to re-do it to a special adventure themed, even though I’m through with being an Indiana Jones fan. When I finally came to cleaning day, I had changed my mind on my room a couple of times ‘till I decided to have a travel themed room. My mom also loved the idea, and insisted I stick with it, and I did.

Well, I never thought it was even possible, but I insisted my dad let me stay inside and clean my room. For long hours, I decided to spend my time working on my soon-to-be awesome bedroom. My dad had a travel themed office, so he said he had a travel box in the garage, where I found some cool stuff. He also showed me where he had some travel photos. After sorting, searching, and planning, I came up with a way to frame money, where to put it, and other ideas and where to put them. I was still on a hunt for stuff to make my room better. Under my bed lays a box that was organizes three years ago, after our arrival in the U.S. In that box, lies the most valuable treasure to mankind that all humanity and creatures that live among our world, even to the smallest of organisms all share, Time. This is the box of time where all my memories are stored. Everyone has one, even if it’s buried deep inside you like mole hidden from the real world. Snap out of it!!!!!!!!!! Anyways, it was a box, which stored my adventures, which I treasure the most of all objects. Since this is a fact, I opened it to find something from my travels. It didn’t help me much, but it reminded me of what happened to the treasures that have been passed through. For the last two years, the box has had stuff added, moved, or possibly stolen. The former additions were mostly moved and organized into other boxes. I thought of my new classroom, how my teacher loves Egypt. It reminded me of what happened to my treasures from Egypt. They are now in a leopard skin box that I used in my fourth grade report on Vasco da Gama, a Portuguese explorer who went around Africa to reach India. When I opened it, I found a small scarab beetle carving buried at the bottom of gold and jewels. I looked at the bottom and noticed very strange hieroglyphics. Not only that, but it was a real massage, a note. This is when I found the note from the pharaohs, which left a huge deep impression on my skin.

After noticing something so huge, I told myself that this was something real for me to decipher. I’ve always wanted to decipher something. After my room, I set a new goal and got started. First I tried whatever I new about hieroglyphics and solved one out of seven meanings. I got two books at the library and only one of them helped. I managed to decipher two more, which adds up to three total. I realized that two words were the same. These words had three symbols, but I only knew what two of them meant. This adds to a total of five. With computer backup, I found the third symbol I was looking for. It took me a while, but this adds up to the meaning of all it together. The meaning is classified but at least it gets me a little push in my next adventure.