Today my class arrived in ancient Mesopotamia for our ancient history unit. I chose to research ziggurats, and I stayed behind as everyone else ran off, giddy with joy as they sought out their subject. Of course, I didn’t have to look for my topic. A giant temple rose out of the ground in the middle of the city, reaching the heavens with its square tiers. I already knew ziggurats were big. I’d spent hours researching them in the dim glow of my computer. This ziggurat was way bigger than I thought. It wasn’t too tall compared to the skyscrapers of the twenty-first century, but the sheer magnitude was overwhelming. The base must have been 300 feet wide! I dimly remembered something about this ziggurat. It was called Etemenankia, and it was the biggest ziggurat recorded. The translation literally meant “house of the platform between heaven and earth.” I don’t know much about it, so I’ll go ask some locals. Bye!