There are times in your life where you have to go deep into the woods, by yourself, to find answers. Some of these woods have trees.
I remember when I was in grade school, I would always try to find new neighborhoods with my bike. This wasn’t all that easy, because as a kid you’ve got maybe a five to seven mile range on your bike. Where I lived it was all suburbs for a solid (seems like) seven miles in any given direction.
Green moss would form on the tops of ponds, making it almost look like grass. And I would pretend that the moss really was grass, and that where the pond turned a corner into the woods that was actually a path into the woods that I could maybe follow. And no one else could follow.
But it never was there.
I got older. When I got…
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