When I was a child, my dad was often going out into the woods. I was curious back then because he had no clothes and was totally messy when he came back.

Sometimes I asked him where he had been and where did his clothes go, but he'd never tell me. He'd always say "I will tell you when you are old enough."

The day I turned eighteen, he brought me into the woods. I was shocked when he revealed his secrets! Ever since he died, I've kept my promise to not tell anyone about his secrets ... that is, unless you're old enough to come with me into the woods?