MidReal Story

The Secret Beyond My Backyard

Scenario:im a child
Create my version of this story
im a child
I was nine years old the first time I saw it.
It shone like a beacon in the sunlight, a tiny, glowing thread; a single strand of silk tugging at the fabric of the forest.
I’d been playing in my backyard, staring hard at the trees, trying to burn the image of the woods into my brain so I could draw it later.
My mom was an artist, and she’d been teaching me how to really look at things.
The trees, she said, weren’t just sticks with green hats on.
They were trunks and branches and leaves, roots and nests and birds.
I snickered to myself as I remembered her words.
The trees around my house were ash and oak, birch and beech, but none of them had nests or birds.
My house was surrounded by the most boring forest in the world.
I always liked playing alone in my backyard.
I was a bit of a loner, and I never really felt the need to have friends over or hang out at the park.
I had a good imagination, and I could make anything interesting if I tried hard enough.
Plus, there was just something about being outside that made me feel alive.
Maybe it was the fresh air, or the sunshine warming my skin; I don’t know.
The Secret Beyond My Backyard