"Someday you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again." C.S. Lewis
When I was younger, I used to have quite the imagination. I would have imagined my friends and I as undercover superheroes who got their powers from a secret purple flavor of Gatorade that happened to mysteriously appear from the porch in the backyard. It probably sounds crazy, but with pretty much every other imaginative thing kids have, it was innocent.
Since I had envisioned my superhero counterpart so strongly, with her ability to control the power of the air, it seemed as if though that figment of imagination would always be there, especially on long car trips, when the only scenery to see was slow glazed mountaintops, clusters of trees, or the mud flats.
Do you know how Anne Shirley had names for places in Avonlea, such as Lovers Lane? I did the same thing as well, except there was one place in particular which I don't have a name for where I felt as if I saw my superhero the strongest.
This place was a forest behind a track and field court which, if one knew the path well, would direct towards a neighboring elementary school. After I had briefly visited the place during the end-of-the-year Marvel dance party, I decided to go back several days later.
I don't think the magic in which I had perceived the place never truly faded away, because immediately after I stepped into the woods did I feel a wave of nostalgia welcome me. The wood was slightly dense, but not to the point the sunlight couldn't seep through. There were several tree bases that had snapped off due to violent rain storms.
I said hello to the grass shoots straining to shoot from the ground and the dirt sweeping underneath my sneakers. I gave birch trees a pat as I looked at their peeled bark layers.
The photos I had taken were all in early morning, before noon, but imagine the view as the sun waved goodbye to go to sleep with the moon slowly awaking.
When you're a teenager, you probably don't think of these magical places anymore. You're not waiting for that Hogwarts acceptance letter or go knocking on the back of wardrobes as much as you used to before unless... you're a fangirl. But that's another story. Instead, you are more focused on dealing with what you will endure tomorrow. You're probably thinking about what's showing on TV tonight or when you can finally watch Netflix with no distractions at ten in the evening with a bucket of Ice Cream and Sour Patch Kids your hand.
But know that perhaps someday, that childish wonder will come back. Perhaps as you're digging through your old room of your childhood house or visiting your old town, you will rediscover these places, especially when you have kids. You'll be able to connect with them on something that you used to love.
Goodbye, forest patch. I'm growing up right now and I must keep track of what is in my life right now, but you will see the spirited little girl come back; I will return.