“WHAT’S THE FIRST THING YOU REMEMBER?” The woman asked.

“The woods, a canopy of leaves, a green glow all around me, birds chatting merrily…” Reminisced the young man sitting across from her.

“That’s a bit more eloquent than I expected, especially from a sixteen year old.” The woman sitting across from him laughed.

“I suppose so, but one can hardly lapse back into simplicity when they’ve had so much of an experience in their life,” remarked the young man, reclining in his chair.
“What sort of an experience would that be?” Inquired the woman

“Allow me but an hour, and I’ll recount it to you.”

I always loved the woods, and would often spend hours there, alone with nothing but a pocket knife and a carved walking stick, but one day the woods took on a whole new meaning to me.

It was the day that I turned fifteen, and I was walking through the woods when I made a discovery. On the ground in front of me was a large paw print, similar to that of a cat or dog, and yet altogether different. For one, this print was so extremely large that it seemed to belong to a beast the size of an elephant. For another, there were large triangular impressions at the front of each toe, as if this beast had enormous claws each as long as a carving knife.

This find greatly excited me and I at once set of deeper into the woods searching for this great beast, I did not find it that day, but I knew I would, and that when I did I would not be disappointed.