The forest, the wind breezing by and pine cones scattered against the ground, the giant oak trees were the mothers of the forest and the baby saplings were the forest’s children. As a child, I never was able to go outside since I was a girl, but I could not wait for the days I would be able to climb to the top of the trees. However, when I turned fourteen I began going outdoors, and it was elevating. I’d take walks barefoot throughout my neighborhood and pick up dandelions that grew out by the roads. I would go to a friend’s house and there was a forest beyond the creek, and we would always leave in the afternoon to explore. It was always an unbelievable feeling when I could see an enchanting fairy ring or a lovely spot to have a campfire.
