I had one of those places in a wood behind the house I lived in when I was 14. It was county park – a large well maintained woodland. Not particularly mysterious or dangerous.
But deep inside of it was a stand of very tall pine trees, who through many years of shedding pine needles had smothered away all the underbrush. There were giant lower branches that had sagged down in spots so you had to duck under them. But once you were in there and under the pines, it was like being inside a house made by trees. I would sit down on a towel on top of the pine needles and read a book.
It was very far from the path and I got lost several times going to and coming from it. But I adored it, so I kept seeking it out.
I wish I could go to visit that magic place now. Although, I wonder if I would even be able to find it now. Or would it still be as magical? Perhaps it’s magic was connected to the person I was in those moments. A day dreamer. A awkward teenager, looking for solace. Actually. Maybe I am still the same, just change teenager to 55 year old and…
It’s wonderful to have a place like that at any age.
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Yes. It needs looking into that I don’t currently have any.
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Sadly, I think any secret woodland places I had have been developed. I don’t want to go back and see a McMansion there. Better to keep the memory and a little hope.
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That is sad. 😑
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When I was a kid I grew up on a farm and we had a woods with a spring fed stream. No matter how hot the summer was it was cool and comfortable down there. That was my favorite spot, a sort of refuge from the pressures of chores and school work and arguments with my sister. I’m lucky enough I still have a place like that, a spot on the Manitowoc river not far from here where the bike trail runs over a wooden bridge where I go to watch the egrets and ducks. I think everyone should have a place like that 🙂
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You are lucky to still have a place like that. 🙂
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