Book 1: Page 28, Para 2

It was great, all of us in a single huge tent. No sounds and sights of the city. In fact, we weren’t even thinking of towns and cities. There was not a single thing to traumatize my grey cells. Lying with my eyes wide open on the sleeping bag was comforting my wits. We had been accepted by the forest as its own. It really felt like home. The idea of camping all alone, without informing our parents or friends and not caring about the rest of the world, began to enthral me. Maybe we would do this more often. It was turning out to be the perfect means to expose my soul and maybe in the process allow it to be replenished by the outdoors.boy

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