Personal Narrative: The Woods

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The Woods are my Escape A week ago I was walking through the Mills River section of Pisgah Forest. I was hot, sweaty and dirty. The over grown grass on the trail made my legs itch and the constant threat of ticks and mosquitoes had me checking my legs every five minutes and swatting the air every five seconds. By the time I left the state park I was tired, hungry, and in need of a shower. And I couldn't wait to get back into the woods. My whole life I've loved the outdoors. My grandparents have a cabin in the mountains and my younger summers were split between time spent there, and days spent at my cousins pool. As my siblings and I grew older and some of them began driving, we started to explore the many state parks, hiking trails, and

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