Personal Narrative: Into The Wild

Friends who knew me in my childhood tell me I was a very strange little boy. Judging by my memory and the stories, I lived in a world of my own. I was a dreamer. I reminisce climbing trees in the forested area behind our home and just sitting there, ensconced on a limb thirty feet above the ground, rocked by a gentle breeze. I noticed early on that when I immersed myself into that world, surrounded by nature, and didn’t move a muscle, birds and other wildlife never noticed me and would go about their own business as if I was not there. I enjoyed the profound solitude of those moments, away from all the hustles and bustles of life, where it seemed there was a level of busyness that took me too far out of myself. Years later, I felt that the appreciation for sumptuous luxuries of solitude were too often neglected in the frenzy of
I set out to this place, all by myself, to fulfil the desires of my heart. Seated on the driver’s seat, foot on the pedal, I couldn’t help but anticipate how the hike would turn out to be. ‘Welcome to Deerfield’, so did one sign read. A feeling of relief tugged at me. Being a strong believer in life eternity, I figured that would be the feeling I would be having on receiving the welcome note to heaven. I parked my car at the foot of the hill and set out on foot to its peak. The narrow road, the hiking trail, was oiled gravel with steps carved out of the ground and made firm with wood. I went along that into the vast and howling wilderness. At one point the path was all covered with dry leaves that establishing the next move seemed an arduous task. I understood something of Lot’s wife temptation, when she looked back.
A joyful couple was coming down the trail, and it would have been in vain for one to show me the path for I now could see it and yet again I understood the scripture I had read earlier that day ‘when thou passeth through the waters, I will be with