My grandpa had gone caving by himself but we still needed to get into his house and we didn’t have the keys. We didn’t want the neighbors seeing us pick the lock either so we had to break in through an underground entrance which involved crawling through tight spaces and climbing up cement stairs on all-fours. Once we were inside, we were able to climb a ladder up to the roof and found ourselves at the top of a mountain. I had a pack of gummy bears in my hand and recited “Cupertino Brewery” in an attempt to remember where we were while I struggled to type with the gummies. “That sounds hard to spell” commented my dad.