I still remember the place were my grandparents lived ten years ago and I still remember the feeling I got everytime I went there. It was not only this beautiful old house or its big green garden. No, it was also the forest right beside the building; a magical place which I surely never forget.
This f
orest was not a usual one at all; for me it was MY forest, MY place were I could disconnect from everything and where I could feel free. I remember that I always felt like I was in the middle of a fairytale while I walked through the trees, listening to the silent sound of a summer brise and hearing the birds singing happily during nearly the whole day. The air was full of the smell of nature, of trees and leaves which were just fallen down on the ground.
One of the best things of the forest was the area in front of it: a quite large zone covered nearly completely with grass, where, only in some seasons, the moles looked out of their holes. Right behind this area was the place where I nearly always used to enter the wood. Once you have passed the first trees you start to notice how the light slowly gets darker, although you still can see the colourful leaves of the trees and the brown tones of the normally wet ground. If you are lucky, you can see rabbits or foxes coming out of their warren. I always used to watch them, hidden behin a tree, while they were looking for food.
A few years ago people started constructing new houses there, to make the small village, where once my grandparents lived, bigger.
The birds have flown away, searching a new home. The forest has now disappeared, and all its magic with it.
This f
orest was not a usual one at all; for me it was MY forest, MY place were I could disconnect from everything and where I could feel free. I remember that I always felt like I was in the middle of a fairytale while I walked through the trees, listening to the silent sound of a summer brise and hearing the birds singing happily during nearly the whole day. The air was full of the smell of nature, of trees and leaves which were just fallen down on the ground.One of the best things of the forest was the area in front of it: a quite large zone covered nearly completely with grass, where, only in some seasons, the moles looked out of their holes. Right behind this area was the place where I nearly always used to enter the wood. Once you have passed the first trees you start to notice how the light slowly gets darker, although you still can see the colourful leaves of the trees and the brown tones of the normally wet ground. If you are lucky, you can see rabbits or foxes coming out of their warren. I always used to watch them, hidden behin a tree, while they were looking for food.
A few years ago people started constructing new houses there, to make the small village, where once my grandparents lived, bigger.
The birds have flown away, searching a new home. The forest has now disappeared, and all its magic with it.
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