Last week I got lost in the woods
I was supposed to be taking pictures of some students who were supposed to be doing some kind of nature-type activities at a dam. After getting lost multiple times while trying to find said dam for over an hour, I finally arrived only to find that the students in question had abandoned the dam in favour of one of a zillion nearby trails into the woods.
I was slightly irritated (fuming) as I picked a path at random and stomped off into the stupid woods to find the stupid bunch of stupid kids.
By the time I came across this tree, I could only assume that the names carved in it were of other reporters who had made the mistake of being lured into this apparent child-swallowing venus flytrap of a labrynth.
I half expected David Bowie to arrive and tell me he'd stolen my baby brother.
However, it's hard to hold a grudge against the world when you find yourself dappled in sunshine, surrounded by trees, flowers and scampering woodland creatures.
My outrage finally gave away when I found myself directing the question of "Seriously, whose life is this?" at a perplexed squirrel.
From seething to laughing in 8 seconds flat.
I never did find those kids though.