Saturday, March 23, 2019

Walking through the Woods :: Personal Narrative

So I went home this weekend, and in my neighborhood in that location is a small pond and all behind it is just woods. Ive traveled in these woods as a little put one over numerous quantify, with my friend and her father and he would teach us much or less the different bugs, trees and rocks we encountered along the way. Going back in the woods this erstwhile(prenominal) weekend, I was overcome with a feeling of nostalgia. I remember the times we would try to climb the trees, or chase after the grasshoppers or redden just walk around and all the manoeuvre we used to have. pass through the woods alone made me miss all the fun times I had as a claw. As I child I was carefree, I knew who my friends were and I had no worries about trust and my relationships with others. exploitation up, especially in college Ive began to question my friends, I have a whole lot more stress and things are definitely non as simple as they once used to be. The woods were the same woods they used to be, not much has changed, but the person travel through them has. I can not even remember the live time I entered the woods behind the pond, but I endure one thing for sure that I have grown up so much since then. Walking through the forest I began to mobilise of all the ways I have changed and I realized a few things. Physically, obviously, my appearance has changed, but emotionally I have changed a whole lot more. I have began to lead a more stressful life, with school work, friends and family always a constant thought in my mind. I have learned that I have begun to trust commonwealth too easily and then in the end I am always hurt. I have learned that people are not always who they say or portray themselves as. I do not regret all the things that I have learned, I am very quite grateful for them. Without all these changes I would not have been capable to grow into the person I am today.

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