Everyone has a place that makes them feel safe and calm in times when they’re feeling stressed. I have one as well, but I can’t visit it anymore. It used to give me the help I needed whenever things were rough with family,friends, or even school. It was the woods outside my dad’s old apartment.
This woods wasn’t that big, actually, but it felt like it to me. It was where I spent most of my summers from age 5 to around 16. It was my escape from school and any problems with the family I usually lived with.
The woods itself was small, but I remember every detail very well, even to this day. I remember the 4 trees I used to climb when I was younger. One of them I climbed as a challenge, the other to get away from the younger kids that were too scared to climb. Either way, it always helped me get inspiration or just calm down.
As I got older, it became my inspiration for writing. I used to write poems about this place and the effect it had on me. I wish I could go back just once to the place I remember.
I’m told it’s just the same as it used to be. That’s a nice thing to know, but I’ll probably never visit again. I’d give a lot to visit the place that gave me such a calm feeling as a child. People probably think it wasn’t that important then, but it’s only been a couple years since it was my way of relaxing.
I wish I could go and climb those trees one more time and bring my new dog with me. I want to re-live those memories as a younger child before I enter adulthood soon enough. I know that’s unusual, but it’s how I feel.
It’s something i’m not proud of; These memories of the woods I used to play in, but it helps me relax to think of it. It’s rough to think about, but sometimes necessary.
I know everyone has their own “Calm Zone.” This is just the story of mine and what it did for me.