Marginalized Home

For the first seventeen years of my life, I didn't have a community.  I had been living in the thick of the Indiana Dunes National Park, where there was only two other houses in the general area besides my own.  This place I called home was the definitive example of seclusion.  It was as far out as I could go in the county my family was in.  I was far from my school, my friends, and anything fun.  I spent my days with nobody but myself and immediate family.  As much as this was a disadvantage, it was also a blessing.  For years, I was surrounded by beautiful woodland throughout ever season.  I lived in an environment not many had.  I was able to openly explore and play in the wilderness while other children did the same in suburbia.  Even the more special was the fact of how few places like that there are in the United States now in relation to the abundant urban lands.