When I was younger we used to explore the woods in back of my Nan's farm. There was a trail going through the woods. The ground is covered with moss and dirt tire marks from tractors and the truck traveling back and forth from the farm to the back field. The ceiling of trees keep the area shady at all times. The smell of trees and fresh air permeating. Up through the woods I'd explore. Finally we, I usually was followed by my little sister, found an area in the woods that was near a clearing of a field. Near a stone fence row. There was a small clearing surrounded by a couple trees. Boulders near the fence row were perfect to sit on. Nearby and scattered throughout, where the sun peeked through the trees, wild daffodils grew every spring along with bluebells...Exploring further back near our spot, we found an area where the ground looked sunken in. We looked at what was there and found bottles and old pots, crocks. After asking we were told that it was a really old dump spot from a little shack in the woods where someone had lived a long time ago. Ok, so now a funny part. Sis and I were playing back there one day, probably in the early fall, while it was still warm, and we started to hear a noise, which was a little odd as it was really quiet back there. The sound got closer and closer and we got scared. It all seemed really slow motion but was so fast. It sounded like a herd of horses...we climbed the nearest tree and just in time for a huge buck to run right by us over the stone fence row...he was literally about a foot away. My hands were still trying to push my sisters *** up the tree when he just wizzed by. That was the only time and the closest I've been to a deer. We probably scared him. Or something had scared him first, and then he somehow ran towards us and really startled him. Funny stuff. I love nature and learned to listen to the sounds. Silent but noisy in a different way. The hustle and bustle went on with us around it. Its own little world. Learned to appreciate the colors and textures. Loved treasure hunting and finding little tiny bottles and old crocks. Never worried about ticks or snakes. I still didnt like spiders, but we had an understanding to stay away from each other. I miss being a little girl and having the freedom to explore my world as often as I wanted.