Johnson’s Woods. It was quite a unique experience for me. The woods were about a fifteen minute drive from campus, and each minute intensified my nervousness. I can boldly admit that I am a “City-girl”. Growing up in the city of Cleveland and it’s suburbs I had never experienced being in the woods, at most I rode or walked along side of the wooded Metropark in my area. Never the less, this trip was quite peculiar. On the ride out we passed vast farmlands seemingly a native sighting in the City of Wooster, but as we approached the woods more closely there was only a patch of wooded land in comparison. Though I knew that Johnson’s Woods were over two hundred acres of land its comparison to the farmlands made it seem so small, which soothed my nervousness minimally. Standing across the street looking into the woods proved that my perception of the woods coming in was not the same. The trees seemed to stand nearly one hundred yards and my nervousness quickly returned. I noticed that I do love nature, but only from arms length. Which I find both humorous and sad. As we progressed into woods and the vibrate blue skies turned to a dense mass of tree canopies my nervousness turned to amazement. It was a very nice sighting. The suns rays peaked through small cracks between the trees hit the wildflower beautifully. The birds sang with out a caring in the world. Soon, however, my view of the woods were tainted by the bugs swamping my head, and the underlying thought that I did not belong there. The chipmunks seemed to confirm this idea in their frantic sprints and cries.