True to its name, Blackberry woods bordered the neighbouring houses with a thick, prickly cover of berry bushes. From the outside, it seems that some pine trees and blackberries are the only things worth noticing. However, once you navigate deeper through these bushes and and walk through a small trail hidden between the thorns and spikes, the soil underfoot becomes more rich and moist. The fir trees grew taller and taller as ferns sprang up to cover the woodland floor. Walk on a bit further and you would see tiny rivulets of spring water inching its way around the dirt-covered rocks and roots. Every one of these rivulets would eventurally join eachother, forming a stream that carved its path through the woods and ferns until it leapt down a drop. I was only twelve years old when I first dared to venture inside the woods.