I know trees.
Despite being a city boy all my life, I could still tell the difference between a tree and a skyscraper. We have trees in the city. The parks have them. So do our schools. Some companies and compounds have them as well. I may not be an expert on trees but I am familiar with them.
I also know what a forest is.
Basically, a forest is a huge group of trees. A city’s trees could be in huge groups too but they’re never called forests. I may know what a forest is but I don’t know the forest.
So if you left me in the province one day, I could be almost dumfounded. I could tell you that I see trees but it may never occur to me that I am actually looking at woodland. I may even stand in the heart of the forest and never know it. It sounds pathetic but that is the truth—the sad truth of a grownup. And not just of one grownup. I know there are more like me.
And if that is my truth, do you realize how many kids out there may not see—for one reason or another—a forest in their lifetime?
Well, maybe by their time, a forest may come to mean a huge group of skyscrapers. They may also know what trees are and yet would still be aware that the two are not and would never be the same. And that a forest would only be seen in two places: in pictures and in dreams.