We had to think in three dimensions in order to figure out our position in the maze. "We're in the letter O!" understood my son, looking at the map. It turns out the framed letter on top of the map, which I mistook for a mere title, had actually been carved in the corn field. The two 9-year old boys I brought along couldn't get inside the ten-foot-high, 10-acre maze fast enough. The map was showing the contour of the five continents. Seven bullets marked the places where we would find boxes with codes. This elaborate activity took them over an hour, after which they found the keys to the codes on a board, obtaining seven syllables to sort into a message. How clever! My 6-year-old never wanted to get near the maze! She was afraid of getting lost and scared of potential spiders. Fortunately, Farmland, the other section of the farm, was just perfect for her, with pet animals, tiny bungalow to play house, wooden cow to "milk". She was a happy farmer. Phew!