imagine this. a fresh breath of air, whispering in your ear. the trees calling to you with anxoius creaks. you look back and see bright flowers blooming and you smell the fresh cut grass. its scalding hot...but you feel a mist from the sprinkler.
id love to climb a tree and read a book or draw a pretty picture while my feet dangle. sit in shade of the trees. ive gone into the woods many times. there used to be and old, cranky man who threatened to call the police if he ever saw me in his woods again. but those woods are big, and i havent seen him in a few years. i remember an old, giant pile of rubbish. i think it was his...there was a chair and small campfire next to it. i bet he smoked, he looked like that kind of guy...he was was scary looking. his ripped jeans and plaid shirt all covered with dirt, he used foul language and his lips looked badly chapped. his pile of junk looked useless, like his own personal garbage dump...but i couldnt catch one wiff of rotten material. now im curious. is he still there...isitstill there?
what about that old story? the woods used to be a farm. the story was true, but of couse the neighborhood boys had to make up a ghost story to go with it. throughout the woods you can see wagon wheels, old fire places, a tin tub, brick walls falling apart, crumbling. a boy was said to run around with a knife. one night he dropped it on his foot, pinning himself to the ground. and there he died. every wednesday night you can hear his screams.
you hear the wind shriek. you shiver. you luagh at your foolishness.
i remember the fallen tree. all of my friends wrote their names on it.
i remember monkey playground. a bunch of fallen trees we played on.
i remember the up-rooted tree that made a pool of mysterious water. throwing in rocks to see how deep it was.
i remember all the little things that happened in those woods, and i hope they bring new memories, even though the old man is gone.
even though i dont believe in the ghost story any more.
even though the names got worn of the tree.
even though monkey playground seems smaller now.
even though the water is gone by the up-rotted tree.
even though im all grown up now.