Back to Nature,

So I've begun a blog.
I'm Dean, and I'm freshly 18, but I'm going to save you the long and average introduction.
Instead, I'll let you figure me out as I post.  ^^

Yesterday was really nice to be honest. I spent the afternoon just getting away from civilization.
Well... most of it.
I decided to get out of town so I spent an hour or two in the wild, under the old grey tree myself and friends used to always talk around. The place brought back memories, I can tell you. Before everyone split up, this was the place we'd run away to. Hours and hours were spent just relaxing under the simple structure of branches us young kids had put together and thrown a shadecloth over.
Now, most of the branches were cracked and toppled over, and the shadecloth was gone...but the place still had an air about it. The kind of eerie feeling that's hard to explain but you enjoy knowing it's there.
For a while I just listened to the birds and watched the tiny life forms which scuttled over the dirt.
I felt at peace, and considering the week I'd had, it was good.

Soon though, I moved on and made my way to the oval, wondering if anyone would be there.
I was right, kind of...
There were some younger kids mucking about in the sand pit and a young guy was practicing bowling in the cricket nets, but it was otherwise pretty quiet. I walked a quarter way through the middle and sat down.
In the grass there were various things which pointed to a party not so long ago. Probably last night.
Some vodka, old ripped clothing and a full packet of smokes.
I briefly considered smoking one, but thought better and pushed the thought away. A voice in my head spoke:
Smoking will only decrease your life span. Don't be too curious, you'll start something you didn't want in the first place.

The kids stirred a little. They were laughing and throwing sand rocks at another youngster passing by.
Aiming to miss... Just how restrained are we?
I ignored them and layed down on the grass, listening to the almost rhythmic pattern of the light bang of his ball being bowled against metal.
It wasn't long before he retired and locked up the sports shed again, driving off and making a plume of orange dust behind him.
He was peaceful, in his element with the sport, I could tell.
Eventually, growing unnerved I decided to return home.
As soon as I stepped inside I regretted it sadly. I felt ...
I don't know how exactly to explain it to you.
I felt... normal again.