To feel safe from the evils of the world, in my childhood, I would go into the
backyard and enjoy the beauty of the green grass. When the everyday routine of childhood would get boring to me I would visit the insects of the backyard, where a curious attraction was sure to last. The backyard at times seemed to be quiet and devoid of life,but soon friends would gather and a game would ensue causing the backyard to generate life. When uncertainty of life created fear in my mind I would cling to the love of my favorite thing I owned, the backyard, where there was never a question of it generating hateful strife.