Discovery First

 

The woods behind my house go on forever or at least that’s what five-year old me thought. Four years later I learned the woods stretch three miles. Not nearly enough to get lost in, but more than enough to silence my cries.┬áMaple trees turned into white and red oak until you’d drown in a sea of pine trees of every name. Five year old me thought nothing of the tree variety in my backyard. It was the only place where I felt safe, where I could find peace and it still is. Years from now I’ll look back and notice almost every pivotal moment in my life ┬áhappens in those woods. But that day when five-year old me ventured into the woods I discovered how fragile life is.

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