So at first I had no idea what to write, but then this morning when I woke up I had an idea! Awesome right? Well, enjoy my epic failure that I spent a long time working on!
To help you get the scenery, America is either around the Pine Barrens OR in an area between South Carolina and New Jersey. Your choice.
I wandered around that night, half asleep, looking for a place to rest. Maybe I shouldn't have left España? I don't know what I should have done. All I knew was that I was awfully tired. I couldn't even walk in a straight line. I kept running into shrubs…and trees. Ouch.
It's very painful to travel in forests with bare feet, especially if you are too sleepy to pay attention to every step you take. Nothing hurts more than stepping on a stick or sharp rock. I knew that I was going to have bruises all over me the next sunrise. After all, I bruise like a summer peach. It's one of the many disadvantages of being a one year old for 13 years. Your skin remains frail.
I was quite thankful that I was a very light child. I left behind no footsteps so nobody could follow me. I looked up at the night sky. Great, I had no idea which way I was going. For all I know, I could be going around in circles. Oh, that would be horrible!
I pouted, annoyed at myself for constantly drifting into sleep before quickly waking myself up again. Ugh, I just wanted a soft place to sleep! Soon enough, my body collapsed. The last thing I remember was smelling the indescribable aroma of grass and hearing a faint sound of dripping water before my eyes closed into a deep sleep.
The first thing I noticed when I awoke was that the sun shining really high. I concluded that it must be noon. I made a soft laugh as I went back to think about the previous night. I wish I could've seen myself. I bet I was pretty funny.
I snapped out of my daze, with my eyes wide open. Where was I? On my left side, there was a field of flowers, reaching towards the sky. All of which were different colors that I only saw in the evening sky. Pink, purple, orange, you name it. I felt a sudden urge to roll in them, but I controlled myself. I examined my right side.
There in front of me was a big lake. I ran towards it without a second thought. Its waters were a deep green that mixed with blue. It was so calm, so peaceful. The closer I got to the water, the more I was able to make out small fish. I looked above the water, back onto the land. The trees of the forest surrounded the lake. Beyond the trees were mountains, so high they touched the clouds. I could see patches of white on the mountains. Snow, I presume.
The overall image was enchanting. I wished deeply to savor the moment. I slowly looked at my surroundings and stored it into my memory. I would keep it forever. Looking at the flowers and then the lake made my heart grow envious. I could say that I was jealous of whichever creatures lived here. I then remembered that it is MY land. I small smile appeared on my face. This scenery was mine and it always would be. I wouldn't have to savor the moment because I could always live it, whenever I pleased. I quickly picked up a random stick and began exploring.
Would it be embarrassing if I told you I used my stick as a cane, most of the time? Oh well, too late. I did. I felt much older than I was and it was quite entertaining. I felt wise. When I wasn't using the cane to support most of my weight (which wasn't that much, really) I used it to turn over small things and even poke some creatures I thought were dead. A majority of the time they were alive, thank goodness.
Speaking of creatures, I met many new ones. When I was with the tribe, most of the animals I saw were dead. The only live ones were the bunnies (like Giggles), some birds and snakes. These new creatures were fascinating. One of them was black, but it had white on it! It smelled really bad though, I found out when it sprayed (I think) another animal. This other animal was different too. It had longer legs, it was a light brown and had it had little white spots on its tummy. When it was sprayed it ran to its mother. She licked him, which I thought was quite gross, especially since the child smelled so BAD. I kept my distance and walked away from the site.
Eventually I grew hungry, so I explored the mountains in hopes to find food. Instead I found ANOTHER new creature. It was big, black, and very fluffy. Behind it were its babies so I guessed the big one was a mom. She came near me and I made no attempt to hide myself. She plopped a big fat piece of meat in front of me. My eyes widened in shock. I looked up at the mother bear to thank her, but she already turned around to pay attention to her cubs. I happily took a bite of my meal before spitting it back out.
Raw meat didn't taste so good so I snuck into some nearby tribe and used their fire to cook my meat. I would love to tell you that I stayed there for what seemed like forever to completely cook my meat and never got caught. Wait, that actually happened. Never mind.
I went back to my meadow, and I found a little rock cave to sleep in. How convenient. I made it my place to stay when it was raining, but when the night skies were clear; I slept outside to look at the bright lights that twinkled in them. Sometimes, I wondered if somebody was looking into the same sky as me. Like España or maybe somebody else from beyond the ocean. Maybe my brother and mother? Curious as I was, I began making a bunch of theories of the stars. One was that they were big hot balls of gas, and the other was that they were spirits that told stories. I went with the second one because it seemed cooler, but I kept the first theory in the back of my head.
Occasionally I'd try to fish. Trying would always end up as failing and then some other new, different animal would catch an extra fish for me. They were always so kind to me, but I couldn't help wonder why. Giggles was mean to me, why were these much bigger animals different? Sometimes, I'd have ten bunnies following me and encircling me, and other times some hawks would give me dead mice. I would thank them and then eat it only if it was completely dead. If I saw it move the tiniest bit, I screamed.
Being curious, I watched as the animals reacted with the Natives. I noticed that they fought; the complete opposite from how I was with them. While observing a fight between a man and bear, I didn't know who to fear the most. Both were scary in my eyes. I came to fear the man more, mostly because he won, but I bet it also had to deal with having weapon. I backed away and left, trying to get the image out of my mind. I shouldn't have been curious. Ignorance is bliss, after all.
The animals were all insanely kind to me. It was like I was one of them. They cared for me like if I were their children, all of them. In the winter, I'd actually hibernate with the bears. Was that possible? Then again, I was some sort of demon-spirit thing. Anything is possible for me. I was a wild boy…or girl.
Spring was different, I'd wake up being hungry and I'm not just saying that. It felt like I hadn't eaten for half a year! Literally! I woke up in March, whereas the momma bear continued to sleep until mid-April. What was left of the snow was pretty, and a bit of the lake was still frozen. Flowers were blooming and some animals were just waking up. Since not a lot of food was out, I stole from the natives. Don't think badly of me, please. I was really, really hungry. No, I was starving and it was only a pound of meat.
Summer was much more enjoyable. I got to do whatever I want, whenever I want. I climbed the mountains, swam in the lake, played with the animals and just hung around. Life was so easy going, and there was no rush for me. I stayed the same age so nothing ever mattered. I got hurt and some cuts but it always healed quickly. There were a few times I went through some experiences that could cost one's life like falling down a very, very tall pine tree. Most humans would have gone splat, whereas I only ended up with a bad headache and broken collar bone, both of which healed in 3 days. It was like nothing could hurt me. I was invincible.
Fall came and I would enjoy my time before I would return to hibernating. I'd pick apples and eat them, make a pile of leaves then jump in them, eat a lot of food, pick up snakes and bugs, draw pictures in the dirt, make more theories about random things, roll around in flowers, fall in holes and meet new animals, look at the different shapes the clouds made, climb trees, try making a canoe and failing, be a stalker and watch the tribes, eat some honey momma bear stole, get stung by some bees in the process, and many other things. Needless to say, my life was carefree and unusual, but those two words made it home to me.
My life was perfect and although it was simply a repeated cycle, I never got bored of it. Every once in a while, I'd experiment with different things like testing plants and identify different types of plants. My life was interesting and there was always something new to learn. I loved it and I spent a good century doing what I wanted in my own land. Nothing could ever tear me away from my forest, or so I thought.
Dude, I'm so jealous of America right now. Why can't I be a wild girl? That'd be so cool...
ANYWAYS, hopefully the next chapter will have some more european countries since it'll be the 1600s. Maybe Finland and Sweden will come! Party! Just not at my place(;
I love the northeastern coast of the USA. Not only did I spend most of my life there, it's beautiful. Especially upstate New York with its Adirondack Mountains and Lake George. Ah, memories. I'm saying this because it's foreshadow. Dun, dun, duuun. Yeah, I know I'm hyper. I'm just so excited and I just had a lot of maple syrup (I'm proud of my 1/4 Canadian).
Constructive Criticsm please. This isn't practice if I don't improve, you know.