Pristine and Protected

I remember the feeling of being there. I remember breathing in and smelling the cool air and the trees. I remember looking up and seeing the never ending trunks, and the sun poking through the leaves like scattered diamonds. I turn to my grandpa, and ask, “Grandpa, how long have there been National Parks?” “Ask the ranger.” I walk over to the ranger, wearing a neat uniform and big hat. “How long have there been National Parks?” I ask, looking up at her. “There have always been places like this. Only, we just recently started protecting them.”