Usually nothing happens when I go to a new place, but there was this one time when I went to Boston. This was a class trip I took in 8th grade that was 3 days long. I was scared because I thought I would get lost or the class would leave me. So on the first day we went on a duck tour. It was very cool because it went on land and water and to me it was very interesting for me because up until that point in my life I've never seen something like that. We were typical tourists; we went to see the oldest naval vessel, Paul revere's house and the old north church. On the second day was the day that something unexpected happen. On that day the teachers gave up permission to roam around the Quincy Market. Of course me and my friends were excited because the teacher was letting the whole grade go anywhere to eat and shop. .
My friends and I tried to go into all of the shops. I got my name written on a grain of rice which I thought was so cool and I paid 30 dollars for that. Now that I think of it, it was really dumb of me to waste thirty dollars, but I still have that grain of rice so I think it was worth it. Anyway, we went into the coach store just to check out because everything there in expensive. I was looking around; everything looked so expensive and nice. And as I was looking around I found a wallet and at first I thought it fell from the shelves but I took a second look and opened it inside. It had two one hundred dollar bills and a bunch of cards. I thought of taking the money but I didn't so instead I gave it to the lady at the checkout and right as I was about to leave the lady who lost the wallet came in and asked if the staff had seen it. The checkout lady said that I found it and pointed at me. The lady who lost it was very happy and she decided to give me one hundred dollars. I was so shocked because just for finding her wallet she wanted to give me money. She said, "I'm so happy that there are still honest people in the world because you didn't take my wallet.