One misty afternoon, I took a casual stroll through the stunning scented gardens of Luxembourg, thinking of the good old days of summer, when I used to tumble down the hills of the country side and made daisy chains made me reflective. I was so fixated on my sacred memories , I completely forgot to watch were I was going , I immediately crashed into a magical , superstitious statue. I was flabbergasted [which happens rarely because it's a extremely average town.] All of a sudden , one definitely moved it's stone arm! I was so terrified I bolted away faster than you could say "weird statue!"