Little Forest

When I was younger... I found a little area in the back of the neighborhood where there was just grass, and many climbing trees. They were close together, so their branches and leaves covered a whole area with nice shade. I felt like I was absolutely at peace. I called it, my little forest. I picked my favorite tree, and that became my spot. Its where I went to do homework, went to be alone, went to chill with my friends. It was a magic little corner and it was all mine. One summer, when I was 14, my biological dad took me to Colombia, where we are originally from, so I could do a whole ton of medical procedures and stuff that I couldn't afford to do in the USA. When I came back to the states however, my little forest had become a big pile of sand. The neighborhood was growing in popularity and more houses needed to be built. They tore down my little forest for building houses people who don't even spend half of their time at home. My favorite tree, was nothing more than a stump now. I remember the feeling of something being stolen from me. I was furious. Over the years I found more good climbing trees and Little Forests through my travels around the world. But none compare to my first, original and best, Little Forest. RIP Little Forest.