It was a special place in the few acres of forest behind our house, a place where a child could play for countless hours. Furniture constructed of rocks and logs adorned the small clearing beneath the low hanging branches of the crooked old tree. Friendly creatures visited upon occasion, making me hold my breath with pure wonder. And, when my little Eutopia took over reality and held on a little too tight, I would often be jolted out of my imagination by the realization that the ominous shadows in the deepest part of the woods just might be moving a (6 comments)