The state of Idaho brings many memories, specifically the wilderness and wild animals that live in equilibrium. An ecosystem that does not change, even if its surroundings may change the animals will adapt and live the same life style. Most of my family love living in Idaho, I can’t stand it. Granma’s cabin attracts the whole family for one weekend in July, my family and I go to those family reunions every year. The cabin is small for a family of 50 including uncles, aunts, and cousins so the only place to have peace and quietness is when we are outside. The mysteries of the forest intrigue the large imagination of mine. Often, I would play with my imaginary friends instead of my cousins because they do not argue back and cheat while playing a game. This is where I would remove those ridiculous “feet traps” and use nature as my playground.
Taking my shoes off and placing my feet into the comfortable yet stiff Idaho grass it seemed different then most grass. The scent of fresh cut grass, it smelled almost like an air freshener that you would buy at a car wash. The high elevation oxygen felt fresh, with a hint of nostalgia. Running along the green fuzzy patch of wonders playing tag and rolling down the colossal hill had seemed vaguely familiar. A breeze like a wave that is caressing the sand gently brushes against my arms. The weather was not terrible, yet it was not perfect. The breeze suddenly picked up causing a drop in temperature. Today, the Golden sunshine was beaming throughout the whole field. The sun gave the grass a yellow tint, reminding me of a mediocre beach sunset.
I heard my parents calling from the other side of the park, which usually meant that there was a type of snack waiting, preferably watermelon. The ripe watermelon consisted of red soft but not chewy blend of heaven. After stuffing my face with the watermelon, the trees grabbed my attention. These 50 foot monstrous pine trees are covered with green, providing me shade from the sun, and making the surroundings at least ten degrees cooler than before. The branches like human arms were fully extended and filled with green leaves and even a worm or two. It almost seemed like the branches were made for someone my stature to climb. Climbing these arms, one branch at a time took plenty of agility, if you make one mistake and stand on the wrong branch, the tree branch will fold like a book, causing you to fall with it. However with patience and plenty of luck I had made it to the top. Looking down made me feel like I was the king of the world, taller than everyone, at the time I had never felt that feeling due to my average body structure. While at the top, I saw the whole valley, my family playing kick ball to the left, while nature to the right with no other trace of humans for miles.
If you were quiet enough, the rackety pine cones falling from the tremendous trees are clunking from the tip of the trees down. The Breeze’s locomotion throughout the field sounded peaceful, like someone was slightly moving the trees. There was one patch of no trees; this is referred to the main field where most people play at. The main field has a decline of twenty degrees, perfect for rolling down, especially when there is snow to protect you at the bottom of the field. However this fine fall afternoon was unforgiving, not even a leaf had fallen off of the trees. So while rolling down the hill I had gained a few rashes and burns. But all was well; I had found a dark purple flower, the color of an eggplant. On this flower a lady bug sat anticipating the upcoming movements that I would make. This would be to dart towards the lady bug in efforts to catch my first lady bug, however the red polka dotted bug safely escaped before I could reach it.
That day, in the wilderness of Idaho was a halogen day. Peace filled through the land as I had learned more about the mysterious forest. As soon as the sun started to lower and create an aroma of purple dawn I knew I had to go back into the world filled with stress and work. A place where there is no room to discover the mysteries, a place that only the multimillionaire can indulge in this 9 to 5 chaotic nothing but work life. But all is well because in a year I will have another opportunity to go into the pine dense area where elk and bears roam