The Woods

I took you on a journey of my life.

You didn't know, of course, that I was unlocking a door to my past that has always stayed firmly locked. To you, this was just a walk in the woods.

I didn't narrate every monument and every memory.

'These are the stepping stones I hopped over when I walked home with my childhood best friend.'

'These are the monkey bars where I learned to swing upside down.'

'That's the house I thought witches lived in.'

It's so strange for me to see you running through the trees that watched me grow up, because you're only a part of my life when we're sitting on the desks at school, or watching horror films on your sofa, or laughing under a blanket on my bedroom floor. And you can't see my shaking fingers, because I'm letting you in where I don't let anyone in. You only know Present Me, who worked so hard to hide her past.

I'm showing you now, but all you see are trees.

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