When I was younger I didn't know that somebody owne the wooded land. As I grew a bit older I knew the laws, but I didn't care. Let's go out and squat the woods, riding bikes all day long. Digging giant piles of dirt, building jumps for BMX bikes. The woods became a second home to me, disregard for private property. Signs and fences didn't keep us out. Working together as a community. Where will the kids tabletop the hips when the woods become strip malls? How will the deer continue to exist when the world is a giant parking lot? Concrete forests illegal to grind. Thrashers and wildlife with nowhere to go.
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