Over spring break this year, I went for a walk in the woods by my house. I've always considered the woods a sort of sacred place for me, as throughout my childhood my friends and I would spend much of our time playing in the woods. The isolation from others, as well as our childish imaginations meant that the woods were a source of endless entertainment. We would travel deep into the woods and develop complex narratives that we would act out, with each day being a different adventure.
During my walk, I saw two kids acting out a fight that they had obviously choreographed. Using sticks as swords, they slowly swung as each other, with each swing being parried or dodged as per design. As I approached them, they noticed me, lowered their sticks and walked deeper into the woods away from me. I was hit with an overwhelming sense of nostalgia as I recognized the whole song and dance from my own childhood. My friends and I would be in the middle of an intense battle one moment, and the next, as we noticed somebody else approaching, we would come back into reality and pretend to be just going for a walk in the woods until they passed, at which point the battle would continue.
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