Monday, December 21, 2009

da's forest

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.

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