My life long dream was to be one of the first to explore the forests. As children living on the coast of our continental island we weren't allowed to play near the woods let alone inside to investigate within them. But since the first time their danger was expressed to me I've been unusually curious. Initially, I had attempted to take a sneak peek inside. Immediately pulled back away from the edge and scolded. "That forest is eternal, no one that has entered has ever returned." My mother clarified. "You can't go in there! I could never bare to lose another person I love to curiosity about the forest." The stories about what lay within so tempting, the darkness between the thicknesses of the trees so enticing. At the age of 16, I thought I was ready for what waited within. I bid my time until the cover of dark and threw the blanket off of my legs, immediately colder and suddenly reminded of the magnitude of the situation. What if I never came back? What if I run out of supplies and can't find any sources of food and water? I cleared my doubts with a shake of my head and crept quietly out of bed.