When I was in Kindergarten, my teacher taught us about the rainforest. About all the species that lived there, and all the medicine and goods we get from the rainforest, and how, if we did not protect it, it would disappear. I spent the entire car ride home begging my mother to help me save the rainforest. A year later, I boarded a plane to Costa Rica. I've been studying forest ecology and conservation ever since.
I majored in Environmental Science in high school, and got a Bachelors of Science in Biology in Uni. Now I am traveling the world. I am actually in Costa Rica right now, staying at the house my mother both down here a couple of years ago. A few weeks ago was the 15th year anniversary of our first time to Costa Rica.
I've made a lot of missteps along the way, and I've lost my path quite a few times, but all roads seem to lead me back to the forest.
For me, home isn't a house, a city, or even a country. It's the crunch of leaves underfoot, the smell of wet soil after a heavy rain, the wind whistling through the leaves, the scurrying of critters. Whenever I enter a forest, it's like the sun is shinning from deep within my chest.
When I grow up, I want to protect the forests.
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