In a galaxy far, far away there is a place that I like to go. I call it my place. It is in the middle of the woods. Does it have a creek? Does it have colorful leaves on the ground in the fall? Or soft crunchy snow in the winter? Yes is the answer to all of these. My senses, my friends, and even God affect me in my place.
The feeling in my place is completely overwhelming. I feel that I could do anything I want to, and that I am more than useless. Or sometimes I feel the total opposite, but either way it represents my way of getting out. The feeling of the harsh bark on the tree…
