I remember days that I spent playing in these wooded areas along the bay. We blazed trails through reeds, invented our own legends and imagined hauntings. The trails and boardwalks were magic. There is a tree here where I carved my initials 25 years ago. Places like this are sacred when you are a kid. Now they have been replaced in my life with responsibility and reality. It is surreal to come back here with my son. He is living proof that my old adventures are long gone. Through him I see a new kind of magic.