My grandparents' little farm was surrounded by acres and acres of wooded forest, fields, and creeks and streams. I could walk one way one day and go in another direction the next day. It was my own personal Magical Kingdom. I could always go to my little own world while walking around there, free from the stress and strain of the outside world - even at my young age. About a half-mile from the house, there was a place called Husband's Place, named after a lawyer out of Richmond. It sat down on a creek which had a little dam. It was a big deal back in the 1950's, when people used to go there to picnic, swim, boat and fish. There was a cabin with old fashioned picnic tables and benches, a barbecue pit, a place to hang a hammock, an old chain link swing and, at the top of the hill old thick ropes that people used to swing way out on. During the sixties and early seventies, the place was hardly ever used. Great, smoothed barked beech trees grew along the banks of the creek. It didn't matter how hot it might be back at the house. Down in the bottom underneath those beech trees, it stayed nice and cool and shady. The sun would gently filter through the thick leaves of these magnificent trees. It always seemed to put a person into a very relaxed mood. All these years later, I can close my eyes and feel the sun's rays beaming down on me through the branches of the beech trees and smell the cool, musky air coming up from the creek's banks. Truly a Magical Kingdom.