While on my flight out of Toronto last week, I was seated in the middle of a bunch of highschoolers flying to Mexico to facilitate a soccer camp. When the realization hit me that I’d be sharing my flight to Chicago with them, I lowered my head and hid under my hat playing a game on my iPhone in defiant irony.
Towards the end of the flight, I began to realize that I wasn’t sitting between flighty silliness but in the middle of intelligent young hipsters. Then they started telling each other riddles. I didn’t hear the first few, but the last one I heard. I tried my darndest to figure it out and joined in the revelry when we all figured it out.
Here it is:
I am made of cardboard or string;
Where I go you are the boss.
I live inside a different world;
And help keep you from getting lost.
Post your answers in the comments!
The girl that asked this one said that she’d wrote it herself. Kudos!