A Walk Through the Forest

As I proceeded through yet another elegant Italian city I got to experience one of the worlds most wonderful experiences, music! As I continued listening to the music I came across a forest that was very tranquil but something about it gave off an eerie sense of approach. It seemed as if It could be filled with "them" in every slope that lay in the ground or behind every weeping willow that skimmed the ground. Worrying about whether or not "they" were scattered about was the least of my worries, for the young boy who nearly beat me to death was a bit of a higher priority. I had quickly leaned that it was not a forest I had entered, but private property. The wonderful sound of the music lay murdered, crushed and kicked to death by an evil voice (I am David, Chapter 4). The voice came from a young boy who repetitively fought at me, and caused nothing but fear. I couldn't quit understand the reasoning behind the boy's actions, he had seemed to have been a privileged young boy, who was brought up with fine foods, a family, clean clothes and a home, but more importantly, a life free from violence and cruelty. It just didn't makes senses that he was inflicting violence when he wasn't associated with it. I chose not to fight back, for hitting another person is cowardly and wrong, and it takes away their freedom, if I were to fight back I wouldn't have been any better than he was.