Woodinville: A Personal Analysis

I grew up in a town in Washington, right outside of Seattle, called Woodinville. In this town you either had a great amount of wealth, or you were poor - like my family. A lot of the other kids in my schools growing up would talk about how their parents took them to do stuff over weekend breaks; all I could talk about was how I went exploring through the forests- spending a lot of time alone. My mother had divorced my father and got custody of my brother and I, so she was always working. My older brother became a drug addict over time, pushing me to go to my escape from reality in the woods more and more. I loved it, until I had to grow up and learn to prioritize responsibility and shenanigans in the