Nature

From the book, Annie Dillard writes I used to be able to see flying insects in the air. I’d look ahead and see, not the row of hemlocks across the road, but the air in front of it. My eyes would focus along that column of air, picking out flying insects. But I lost interest, I guess, for I dropped the habit.
When I was younger, I would play hide and seek in the woods behind my house with friends. The spiders, ticks, and whatever else living in the woods didn’t bother me. The only thing that concerned me was finding a good hiding spot. Behind the playground at the end of my street was more woods and there was a man-made path that lead out to the main road. My sister and I would run through the woods on the path jumping over branches and rocks. My best friend JR and I built a dam in the creek. Every time it rained, we would go back and repair the dam. Behind another friend’s house, we built a club house in the woods. We enclosed it with fence and hid it by covering it with branches. Once my sister and I were walking through the woods and walked right into a tree house. We never noticed it before because it was hidden by the trees. During the night, we would go outside to catch the fireflies. Now as I’m older, I’m not really an outdoor kind of person. I don’t walk through woods. I drive everywhere I need to go. I’m afraid of spiders. I watch where I walk so that I won’t walk into ants.