"What do you think Leslie Ann?" Christopher Robin asked after he finished painting part of a mural that the camp did every year.
"It looks fine." I insisted. "But you forgot a small section. There." I pointed to a barely noticeable spot on the mural that Christopher had missed.
"No one will notice."
"I will."
"Then that's one less person to worry about."
"Christopher Robin that is so rude of you to say!"
"Comes naturally to being your friend, I'm sure."
I gave that smart-ass a good punch on the shoulder. He laughed it away. I rolled my eyes at him; boys will be boys and the girls had to knock them into shape.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing to a tree that had the phrase '100 acres' on it. Christopher Robin (when he chose to paint) painted the same things over and over again. But this was something I had never seen before.
"The Hundred Acre Tree?" I joked.
"No, you cheeky girl." Christopher laughed. "It's the Hundred Acre Wood."
"Bad pun?"
"Bad memory." he claimed. I looked at him with a side glance.
"Care to expand on the subject?"
He shook his head. "I'm not even sure if it is a memory. But when I was a kid... I would go to this place... it was like stuffed animals with a live rabbit and owl. But it's faint... I'm not sure if it really happened though."
"Is it like Narnia?" I said with a fake enthusiasm. "Where it appears only when you don't expect it too?"
"Maybe."
I think I gave the kid a brain explosion. He looked like he was thinking too hard. He was trying to hard to remember if what he was thinking about really was a memory or just something he had dreamed more then once.
"When are you going to paint your part of the mural?" Christopher asked when he snapped out of his trance.
"When you get out to the way!" I said giving him a shove. And he shoved me back.
After dinner, everyone in our cabin was to clean the dishes and clear the tables after dinner. The only ones remaining where Christopher and I.
"We need to get back to the cabins. It's getting dark." Christopher Robin said, looking out the window.
"Yeah. And with those woods, we might as well be walking into our own deaths."
"Awww..." Christopher said with a babyish tone. "Is the wittle gurl afrwaid of the big scary woods?"
"Only when it's thick enough that I can't see the cabin head lights through them."
"Understood." he said, voice returning to normal.
We walked through the thick woods with flashlights in our hands. We made sure to miss any stray rocks or branches that wanted to trip us; it was a long way to the nurse's cabin. We walked until the woods cleared and when they did, there were no cabins to be seen. I would love to say it looked familiar to me but it didn't. It was like the world that kids abandon when they grow up; the world of pretend.
"Christopher Robin, do you know where we are?"
"The Hundred Acre Wood."