Chop chop chop

I could hear the distant resonance of my father's rhythmic woodcutting, a yearly ritual that sustained us through the impending winter's chill.

The fall crispy winds wished between the trees ripe with golden leaves ready to shed due to the seasons changing.

My name was Autumn , I was a 6 year old boy whose main priority was learning the basics of life . My parents were maple and woodley all named in respect to the great forest spirits . Whether they existed or not, who was to say but my father swore by them. “Something about saving his life once " or so he says .

Sitting on a brown flattened out stump I gently swung my legs back and forth repeatedly with my hands by my side with a serene smile gracing my countenance . My life was peaceful and I loved my parents so very much. On my Lap was a notebook my parents received at my baby shower.

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It was first intended for educational purposes. Eventually I conjured up the ingenious idea to use it for memorizing the stuff around me .I puffed my chubby cheeks proudly with the thought.

Beside me, my mother cradled my infant sister, swaying gently in a rocking chair beneath a guardian tree. Behind her silhouette, an ethereal figure white figure of a woman, though usually it was a man , sometimes a fox , or various otherworldly creatures. No one else could see these things. In fact entities being only visible only to me, created all the more reason to draw them whenever i got a chance.

They always stared without saying a word and after 30 minutes disappearing

"Autumn, my dear, another vision graces your sight?" My mother's voice carried a lighthearted curiosity, unaware of the very real spiritual presence behind her.

Sketching was one of those things i was strangely good at, consider it a natural talent

The figure behind my mother had a gold crown , a white dress , golden eyes , and brown skin. She had a myriad of gold ornaments that decorated her body as well.

“Oh she's beautiful autumn, you really are a talented artist “ she said in blissful encouragement

Trying to prove the existence of these things seems futile. It didn't matter though I was happy and I hoped things stayed like this forever .