A place that I have always held close to me is a place that my family calls “Glass Forest”. Glass forest is a trail near my cousins in Kingstons home. We call it glass forest because at the end of the trail, in an opening in the trees there is a pile of glass bottles. We never knew why it was there, but it was always fun to theorise why they were there. One of the theories was that someone was trying to create a glass golem, whatever that means.
Weekly Paragraphs: Places