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The woods seemed to go on forever, leaving endless possibility for adventure. My excitement continued to grow as we approached the beautiful mountain scene in Yellowstone park for our family hiking adventure. Even though I was not looking forward to sleeping with my three siblings in a tent for 10 days, I was in awe of the beautiful landscape that surrounded me as we parked the jeep to set up camp. There were no campers nearby, as our campsite seemed to be miles from the next. I couldn’t wait to spend the following days exploring like I had in my dreams.
The woods seemed to go on forever, leaving endless possibility for adventure. The trees hummed and creaked in the breeze, whispering in conversation invisible to the human ear. A series of ghostly joyous laughs that told of adventures of the past echoed through the glade. A rope bridge swung; a treehouse stood silently. The names carved in the trunk of the tree stood out as prominently as the day they were carved. Farther down the creek was a pile of fool’s gold that they’d found, triumphantly envisioning castles and endless ice cream. But that was ten years ago, and still the woods remembered, even though they did not.