Intro
Intro
Strange how certain words of advice come up later in life. You would have thought that my extended family would have told me as a little girl to “stay out of the woods”, seeing as me and my family came here all the time when my siblings and I were little. We were much more likely to venture off into the shadowy depths back then, playing make-believe and hide-and-seek with our cousins.
Back then, the only warnings I got about the landscape were, “Marie, be careful of the thorns in the raspberry patch.“, or “Marie, watch your step when you climb the willow tree.".
I’m not even all that interested in forests anymore. Bugs, spiderwebs, ugh ticks. God I hate ticks. Not to mention I’m not one of those people with the urge to explore mysterious areas I’ve never been to with no map.
So yea, no problem. I’ll stay out of the woods.
Another weird-timing bit of advice; Don’t go out past the fence at night.
Again- would have loved to have heard that when I was ten, not twenty-eight.
Which...okay?
Never really had to worry about that with me in the first place. I was never that brave of a kid. Ghost in the Graveyard was my least favorite game to play with the neighborhood kids. Didn’t matter if my parents were “Right here Marie, go and play!” because no matter how close they were, it was still not enough of a comfort to venture out into the darkness and get hunted down by the older kids. Waiting, hunkered down behind a bush backed up against the rough wooden fence of the Lawsons’ yard while my heartbeat threatened to give me away was not my idea of a fun summer night.
So, again, no problem. I won’t go out past the fence at night. Just to be safe; I won’t leave the house at all once the sun sets.
