A Quark of A Different Spin. (adameros) wrote,
A Quark of A Different Spin.

You know what I miss from when I was a kid? Walking through the forrest on a sunny day and stubling across a place they there is no undergrother, the trees are spread apart, but provive a complete ceilling, with their branches arching over you, like cathedral vaults. It was a space you would never notice till you actually enter it. And while it occured naturally, it looks like it has a purpose. These made the best bases of operation for childhood adventures. Hide and seek, capture the flag, any adventure you could dream of. I miss the long summer days spent plying these rooms in the forest with my imagination. These little spots where I could step in to a new world where the rules were a little different, and time was more concept that reality.

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