My first love was a meadow behind my house growing up. It was my wardrobe into my own Narnia. It was my escape. Whenever I wanted I could walk on this narrow dirt path through trees surrounding me on each side until I reached the grassy entrance. In this meadow I would lie down on the grassy hill that sloped down into a wall of stacked wood. Early in my days of going here there were horses too that grazed on the tall weeds on the other side of the barbed wire fence.