Walking through the Woods

So I went home this weekend, there is a small pond near my house, there is only a forest behind. I have traveled as a child many times in these forests with my friends and her father, but he tells us about the various bugs we encountered on the road, trees and rocks I will. I returned to the forest this weekend and I was impressed by the nostalgic feelings. I sometimes remember trying to try our way to climb trees, or just walking around and even trying to enjoy all the fun we had.

When Jem and Scout (wearing ham's clothes) crossed the forest, I remembered the "Robin Killing" scene. Jim stopped when he walked. "I thought I heard something," he said. "Suddenly stop" occasionally a sudden wind hits my bare feet, but it is still a windy night that was promised yet. This is the calm before the thunderstorm. I heard. I closed the door and pulled the bolt. The key of the door has broken over years, but we feel that it is not necessary to repair. However, at some point last year, we solved this problem and started doing it again. Why are you doing this, do you want to know? What kind of change has occurred in this country? And did my view on my position change my sense of security?

A snowstorm occurred on Valentine 's Day. Their school has been called for a long time. They closed the back door. They said that they had to leave the front door to all the students. Carl and I decided not to go through a frozen forest, but to return home in another way. It took a walk along the way, but it took longer. I turned around. I saw him. He is wearing a long knee coat. He is wearing a mitten. There is a flashy knit cap with fluffy yarn balls. He is wearing shiny Gore-Tex shoes. I stood there with bare hands and wore a huge military jacket. By the way, it is a high altitude cold jacket. It came from the Second World War. It belongs to my grandfather. He was wearing it in the Second World War