This is where memories begin.
The floors are moss green, the air is fragrant and the wind is pleasantly and gently rustling through the branches. It seems as if there is magic in the air. Your heart slows down, your breathing gets quieter and deeper. You feel the energy of this place and its indescribable magic. Just like when you were first in the forest. Back then, you may have built a small camp of branches and twigs, made artworks out of fir cones and moss, and played Native American games with other children. Today, your children are the ones who will tell you all about their adventures in the forest in the evening and proudly present you with their latest works of natural art.