With the benefit of hindsight, I feel confident stating that the forest raised me as much as my parents did. To be completely honest, my first ever memories are some moments spent with my friends building “cabins” in the wood. I remember how free and careless we felt, but only until our parents would find us and scold us for skipping the meal yet another time. From picking mushrooms to feeding deer, I have done it all and I am proud to say that it made me the person I am today: a simple yet adventurous adult appreciative of every small event of life. Although this is my personal story, I…