Childish Dreams

March 20, 2008
By Daniel Davenport, Stafford, VA

Across the country, I traveled to the place of my childhood days. Everything was foreign with new casinos and shopping centers, except the patch of woods amongst that busy city. As I wandered in, my imagination burned, suddenly enflamed of younger days when these woods were Vietnam jungles or Sherwood Forest and my friends of old were comrades in arms. These grounds are not just a patch of woods but an endless forest of dreams

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