To me, the forest is a source of unjustified fears. As a scaredy cat, having a dog you had since you were two years old that follows you around when you venture out in the forest is a gift from the gods. This dog passed away two days before my eighteenth birthday and now, every time I think of forest, I think of all the good memories I have of him. Almost every weekend, me and my family gathers at my grandparent’s cottage. To my field of study, forest is a synonym of free time and will never be considered as work or as my career.