When I first moved to my house there was a lot to explore, like the rooms, or the surroundings....or the forest. I mean, I say forest very lightly because it really consists of a few trees, but it seemed like a forest at the time. I first discovered the gap in my fence that leads to the trees about a month after the move in. I had to go investigate what was going on in there. When I got there I felt kinda scared because it's a bunch of abnormal trees in the middle of a subdivision. I walked in and I saw a little tree house, and when I say little I mean like a few 4x4s sitting in a tree. I went to go check it out so I climbed in the tree and got on the scraggly boards of wood and felt pretty cool. It seemed like it would be a dangerous decision to jump around on it so I stood still for what seemed like 10 minutes just up in a tree. That was my tree now, we had a connection. I never really went back into the forest again because I thought a witch lived in it, but one day I will face my fears of the forest and revisit the old tree house.