Mari and I took a walk down memory lane today. Well… we tried.

We tried to somehow get to the forest behind our houses. We used to go there every day when we were kids, pretending we were forest people who could hear secrets in the wind or whatever. We were those genuine country kids who wandered around all day long, discovering and rediscovering every rock and plant in the village.

In the forest there is a small dam. I remember it was the ultimate test of courage to jump over it. Those who could jump would then go deeper into the forest and those who could not would have to find something else to do. I had to find something else to do. The chicken that I am.

Finally, when I got the courage to jump I could join The Brave Ones to go eat ants (yes, dear reader) and climb trees on the other side of the dam. Fun!

But since today the earth was wet and branches were knit into impenetrable walls, we did not get to the dam. It’s a shame. But I will fix this.

I tried to google my home forest and found a picture taken in that forest by one of my childhood friends:

Just because.

Now that is just… amazing.