I closed my eyes, letting the cool forest breeze caress my face. The scent of pine and earth filled my lungs, transporting me back to a time when the woods were my entire world. I could almost hear the whisper of leaves and the soft crunch of pine needles beneath my feet as memories flooded my mind.
As a child, the forest was my playground, my school, and my home. Every tree, every bush, every moss-covered stone held a secret waiting to be discovered. I remember climbing the ancient oaks, their rough bark scraping my palms as I scrambled higher and higher, eager to touch the sky. From those lofty perches, I'd watch squirrels scurry along branches and birds build their nests, feeling as if I was part of their world.
