The Forgotten Cabin
The cabin was on the edge of a forest, two hours from our home. When we got to the location, my dad felt instantly flooded with nostalgia for the place, for although the cabin had fallen into disrepair, the surrounding landscape remained much the same as when he remembered it.
We used the map as our guide and navigated through overgrown paths and thick bushes. Symbols on the map started making sense-that each symbol represented a landmark we came across during our journey. There was that old oak tree, a crumbling stone wall, and there was a small stream that still trickled through the woods. And every single step felt that we were walking in my grandfather’s footsteps.
