The tower was ahead of a me--a medieval round tower, the sign next to it said, built of gray stone. Coming up the rather rocky path and the higgledy-piggledy headstones ahead of us, the tower was the tallest structure around, the first of these medieval ruins my cousin Liz and I could see.
The round tower was built between 900 and 1100, the sign said. 900 to 1100. My country was founded in 1776. We don't have manmade structures from the years 900 to 1100. This tower was older than my country.
I reached out a hand to touch the tower's rough stone, placed my palm flat on it. I'm a history nerd and though I didn't know the history of this site we were visiting or of the tower, I knew it was likely to be the oldest thing I'd ever get to touch.
"Watch," Liz said. "You touched it. Now it's going to fall down."
I side-eyed her. The snark is strong with this cousin.