The Woods Behind My House Childhood is a time of both restriction and freedom. Whether crossing the street or going to the park, children must always be accompanied by someone older. School is usually the first time in a child's life where the child is able to experience a measure of freedom and independence. Though at first the feeling may be overwhelming, the child eventually enjoys the freedom that comes from being on their own. The woods behind my log-sided house on 210th Street was a place where I could go to be truly alone. I could freely play and be who I am without any prying eyes. No longer did I have to meet others’ expectations. I could be anyone I wanted because in the woods behind my house I was free. The woods behind my house
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The woods changed along with the seasons. The winter snow melted, revealing green grass while buds littered the trees. The buds gave way to brilliant leaves, creating a canopy over the top of the woods. Fall brought forth beautiful colors; the woods were vibrant like a painter’s canvas. As winter neared once again, the leaves formed a thick carpet covering the forest floor. The bare trees looked menacing, and the wind turned crisp and cool. Whenever I felt sad I would tramp through the narrow, spindly path and make my way to the center of the woods where I would sit, think, play or just be alone. In the woods nothing bothered me. I felt at peace. Whatever was tough in my life could not get to me when I was in the woods. I could be whomever I wanted: one day I was a hunter who rode a giant grasshopper as I searched for my prey. Another time I was an explorer stumbling across a magical kingdom in the woods. I knew that I did not need to be sad or angry when I was in the woods because I was truly free of my worries and problems. I was able to step out of reality and allow my imagination to run wild. The changing seasons and scenery provided me with opportunities to create new fantasies and characters in my mind. No matter how anxious or upset I was, when I stepped into the woods behind my house, my spirit was
The woods changed along with the seasons. The winter snow melted, revealing green grass while buds littered the trees. The buds gave way to brilliant leaves, creating a canopy over the top of the woods. Fall brought forth beautiful colors; the woods were vibrant like a painter’s canvas. As winter neared once again, the leaves formed a thick carpet covering the forest floor. The bare trees looked menacing, and the wind turned crisp and cool. Whenever I felt sad I would tramp through the narrow, spindly path and make my way to the center of the woods where I would sit, think, play or just be alone. In the woods nothing bothered me. I felt at peace. Whatever was tough in my life could not get to me when I was in the woods. I could be whomever I wanted: one day I was a hunter who rode a giant grasshopper as I searched for my prey. Another time I was an explorer stumbling across a magical kingdom in the woods. I knew that I did not need to be sad or angry when I was in the woods because I was truly free of my worries and problems. I was able to step out of reality and allow my imagination to run wild. The changing seasons and scenery provided me with opportunities to create new fantasies and characters in my mind. No matter how anxious or upset I was, when I stepped into the woods behind my house, my spirit was