Magic lived in my grandfather's backyard. Alongside a well-manicured lawn was, what I thought, wild territory. From the moss-covered ground sprung trees that seemed a hundred feet tall. It was a place, that as a six year old girl, I was certain I could walk into and disappear. It's where if I closed my eyes, I could hear imaginary creatures scurry about, gathering wood chips and crab apples. It's where I could whisper my dreams and plan my adventures.
I hope my little boy can find something very much like Da's forest in which he can waste away the hours.