write about when you first fell in love with nature
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My childhood was much like any other. I spent a majority of my time outdoors, picking dandelions to line up in the cracks between the floorboards of my swingset, making strange elixirs out of various common plants and building flimsy forts out of fallen branches.
But as I grew older, indoor recreation became more and more appealing, while the great outdoors faded in comparison. My parents would have to drag me away from my Nintendo DS for hikes in the woods, and my mother urged me to put down my book and spend time outside. Being a snotty little kid, I sulked and dragged my feet and utterly refused to have fun. I never understood what I was supposed to be enjoying.
The pendulum took a while to swing back in the other direction. I can’t pinpoint the exact moment when I began to truly appreciate nature. Perhaps it was when I began running cross country in seventh grade, and my only entertainment for 4 miles was counting how many trees had changed into their fall attire. Perhaps it was as late as my senior year of high school, when I began taking extensive walks and filling my phone storage with sunset pictures.
In reality, though, it was probably in the small moments in between, staring out a classroom window at gently drifting snowflakes, watching summer thunderheads puff out their chests, listening to rainwater gurgling in the gutter. I fell in love with nature all over again, and you can too — even while living in the big bad City.
First thing’s first — you must get out and about every day. This is essential. I know this can be difficult considering you no longer have to commute to class every day, and venturing out into the world now requires the extra step of masking up — but I can guarantee that you’re not doing yourself any good by staying cooped up in your stuffy South O apartment. Just take a turn around the block, around the neighborhood and maybe even past its bounds, if you happen to have time on your hands. You don’t have to have a particular destination to appreciate the breath of wind on your forehead and the flowers sprouting up from the cracks of the sidewalk.